Blacktail Deer Plateau Heart weighs a ton

Finley sat quietly at the side of a wolf she had often found herself next to lately--Finn. It wasn't something she was really consciously aware of, the fact that whenever there was some sort of gathering, casual or business, she just sort of gravitated to his side. Ever since he'd "saved" her from the moth, her subconscience just placed her near him whenever it could, because there she was safe. Safe from everything except the complete and utter freak-out she would suffer if she ever became aware of the growing feelings she had inside for her doppleganger.

As to what Peregrine was telling them, the news did hit her hard, as though she had slammed straight into the flat side of a mountain while running at top speed. The good thing about Finley was that even when she had actually done that, she'd bounced right back up and kept going--albeit with a slight limp. There was no physical limp this time as her eyes lit up as the excitement of change set fire to her wild heart. While she enjoyed living in the Plateau, she was not much one to become attached to a place. Her fickle heart was always eager for something new and something thrilling that a piece of land, timeless and unchanging, just couldn't satisfy.

She was, however, attached to her fellow wolves. And as much as she had come to adore many in her pack, there were those who had won more of her friendship and affection than others. One was her swarthy alpha with whom she shared her humor. The other was his fiery mate who shared her adventurous, bold spirit. And then there was the other, and that's where the metaphorical limp came in.

Fin gave her stunt double a sidelong glance, wondering what he thought of this. What she would do if he did not want to join them was beyond her, for she hadn't a doubt in her mind as she gave him her saddest, most pleadingest little puppy face that this was a silent argument she would win (especially since she won all of the not-so-quiet ones too).

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