Blacktail Deer Plateau the way you look tonight.

@Dante if you have the time... :D

Something was bugging the Blackthorn. It had been a while since her meeting with the kindly, dark-furred stranger she had met in a meadow. After the conversation they'd had, Finley had really expected that she would find the man standing on their borders any day. But, she hadn't seen him, and then she hadn't seen him. And then, once again, she hadn't seem him. She couldn't help the feeling of unease that grew with each passing day. Something about his words, his face, everything--it haunted her at the most unexpected moments. She brushed it off easily at first, but as the days passed, she found it harder and harder to do.

The sun was rising over Silvertip Mountain, slowly casting its glow across the plains. Finley sat upon the edge of the Plateau, watching, wondering. What were those "loyalties" that had troubled him? Whose "unbridled backs" was he walking on? And where had he gone? To continue some sort of path that took him on a stroll on top of... stuff... with.. laws and unfairness and machines and... Okay, so she wasn't completely sure still what he had been talking about, but there was one thing she was absolutely certain of--that mournful look of distress on his face as he'd said those words.

That was a look that Finley couldn't shake so easily.

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