Blacktail Deer Plateau Smashing pumpkins

"No, I think you were right before, we ought to harvest some and bury them, just in case," Fin said in response to his question, "You never know, maybe they're rot-resistant. Plus, it looks like we're not the only ones who have made a meal of them." Her gaze lingered on the marks of tiny teeth dug into some of the gourds scattered around them. A few sniffs told her that some squirrels and mice had been doing some feasting, and Fin wasn't so level headed a wolf as to not feel the need to guard even pumpkins jealously.

And then she smashed a pumpkin onto her face.

Or maybe, it is better said that Peregrine did the smashing. Fin more did the placing and the setting up for the smash. She had barely had time to smirk back at her alpha before he bopped her on the pumpkin-nose, shoving it further and harder against her face to where she winced from the spasm of hurt it caused. Her eyes were watering when she gave him a glare. "Rude boy," she accused, her mumbled voice echoing out of the shell. Her ire didn't last very long before she broke into a good-natured laugh and added, "Well played, though..."

Fin lowered her head to the ground and shook it in an attempt to free her face from the pumpkin. It didn't work. She lifted a paw to scrape at the edge and push. It didn't work. Panic began to rise in her, but she gulped it back and tried again. Nope! "Fuuuuuck..." she whimpered as she pushed/pulled, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck PEREGRINE!" After a few more failed attempts, she shot the man yet another glare, this time one that wasn't going anywhere until he fixed what he had done to her. "What did you do!?" she barked at him, like someone shaking an accusing finger at a puppy who had just doodied on the floor.

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