Ravensblood Forest you'll always feel as though you tripped and fell.

In many ways, Finley was not unlike Fox. It was just that they went about their thrill-seeking in different ways. Fox preferred to ruffle the feathers of the wolves and pack around her, while Finley preferred less political conflicts. When Finley led her to a gaping hole in the ground with water flowing in it like no tomorrow, Fox cocked her head to one side. She was no stranger to danger (buh-dum, tish!), but this was even a little crazy by her standards. Still, she wasn't about to be out-couraged by her fellow pack-mate.

“I think you should go first. You know, for the honor,” Fox suggested, her tone hinting that there would be little honor in getting themselves killed. If Finley managed to survive the dive (poet and I didn't even know it!), Fox would hop in after her. But she wasn't about to risk her life for mere thrill-seeking... at least not when it didn't involve getting in scuffles with other wolves.