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

The time that passed between her call and the alpha's arrival was a tediously long one that disappeared in a matter of seconds in the Blackthorn's mind. With it, unfortunately, also disappeared the memory of the action at all. So when Peregrine crept up on her, she spun with a sharp jolt and stared, wide-eyed at him. The instinct to cast down her gaze was within her still, though she responded to it in slow motion as it was drowned by her crawling/racing mind as it tried to come up with an answer to his question.

Was she going to kill him? She didn't think so... But what had she called him here for again? She couldn't remember, but he was her alpha so maybe he was right in his hypothesis... "Yes.................?" Fin replied verrrrryyyy slowly, the inflection that signified that it was a question only being tacked on in the last second. She blinked stupidly at him for a minute then, wondering why his eyes were so very, very glowy and swirly, and why the trees were reaching down to try and eat him, and why the mist was turning into a cluster of tiny little mice that were all waving hello to her, when suddenly her brain made a wild attempt at making sense.

"PEREGRINE," Fin barked suddenly, "I think.. I think I'm doing that thing you said. With the.. And the... The balls. I'm falling down 'cause.. balls...? I blame THEM." She finished her statement with a sharp jab of her muzzle toward the fungi she had been munching upon. Her gaze suddenly fixated itself on them and she whispered softly to no one in particular... "The balls are falling..."

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