Great Bear Wilderness i am the clown with the tear-away face.

When Finley's howl rang out from the distant short of Lake Rodney, Peregrine paused in his step and stood there a moment, reluctant to leave the caldera. He glanced over his shoulder, pondering. Fox had already bedded down for the night and he had intended to join her shortly. Now he peered off toward the lake, not that he could make it out in the dark, save for an understated shimmer. Eventually, his paws began to move and he found himself trotting forward to respond to his faithful Gamma's summons.

When, at length, he arrived in a dark and spooky wood and found Finley, Peregrine paused. Was she twitching? Were her eyes overly bright, her pupils overly large? He squinted at her. Then, like the weird fog wrapped like wool around the surrounding tree roots, comprehension dawned on Peregrine, a chill crawling up the ladder of his spine.

"You... you brought me here to murder me for all the times I was a dick to you, didn't you?"