Big Salmon Lake in the corner with the scarlet letter

Finley watched with pleasure as he took notice of her and turned to converse. A prickle of optimism crept through her mind. She hadn't had a "fling" in a while and the only other candidate was one she was blissfully in denial over. Well, except for that one other guy who actually carried a similar scent to this wolf--maybe they were packmates? Maybe she needed to find this pack of theirs if it was so full of nice looking boys.

I'm not complaining either... Fin responded deviously in her mind, her tail flicking idly at her side. She grinned at his invitation, but scrunched up her face as though uncertain. "I don't know... It looks a little wet," she said with a smirk. For one who flirted often with men, she wasn't actually all that great at it.

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