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

Despite his joke and the inherent silliness of the situation, Finley's erratic behavior did give him some concern. He opened his mouth to ask if she'd eaten anything strange lately — between his personal experiences and Fox's recent dabbling, he figured he knew a drugged wolf when he saw one — but before he could say a word, she barked his name loudly, then began ranting about the balls.

Startled, he stared at her, then began choking back a laugh. "Onto your face?" he asked with a snicker. "I hope you don't have testephobia, Finley. Do you know what that is?" Peregrine met her eyes. Her pupils were huge and dark. "The fear of balls flying into your face." Too bad she was probably too far gone to comprehend his toilet humor or find it funny.

More calmly, he said, "I think you were going for tripping balls, Fin. What did you eat?" Because it wasn't a matter of if she'd ingested something questionable but what.