The Heartwood Did you hear the one about the dead wolf?

Fin's delight at having caused the sneeze was short-lived as it shook him free of the trap. She had just gotten back up onto all fours, preparing to start lightly trotting back and forth upon it when the boy burst free. A look of mild disappointment slipped across her face as he turned his gaze upon her and said... something, she wasn't really paying attention.

"Damn," she muttered, "I had so much more planned." She really did, she had a whole bit about trying to pull him out by his tail, but instead weakly grabbing the hairs on the very tip and pulling them out with a light tug. Now what was she supposed to do to torment the devious little snake? The teen was so.... smarmy. She couldn't just leave there without knocking him down a few pegs. It would be good for him, and Fin had always been ever so devoted to guiding today's youth down the right path.

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