Blacktail Deer Plateau i was a teenage werewolf

Though he hated to admit it, he had been beat in his own game. It was usually him the one who stepped up and packed his bags, leaving a trail of devastation and sourness behind him. But not this time. Now it was him who had to bend down to pick up the pieces of his broken heart, cutting his palms with the shattered crystal pieces of the pedestal he had set her in.

She was unharmed.
While he was wriggling in the ground in agony.
Wow.
Now that the tables had turned on him, he could not help but feel the haunting feeling of guilt looming over his head.

A muffled groan bubbled from his chest as he prepared to settle down for the night. Despite having slept under the stars during his whole life (because of his irrational fear of enclosure), a strange desire to hide away underneath the ground throbbed at his sides. But not exactly to sleep.

Suddenly the soft chirp of a teenager reached his ears; he turned his head around, to meet the Plateu's star child with his olive eyes. Even if they had never exchanged a word, Finn knew very well who she was.

Is it so obvious something's botherin' me? he barked sourly, his lips curling in a weak attempt to shake off the bitterness in his mouth with a smile.