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

Finley canted her head slightly at his reassurance that she would be fine, and that he'd wait with her while she.. whatevered. For a moment, she just stared at him, wondering if he really didn't know what she was doing out here. How could he not know? She'd told him hadn't she? Of course, she distinctly remembered him walking up to her just now and herself saying 'Good evening, Peregrine. Welcome to this forest. I was searching for prey and or other delicious foods for our pack. Would you like to assist me? I already have found these delectable fungi. Please do give them a try--'

Her completely imaginary memory was cut short but his sudden cries. Before she had time to react, she felt a sharp pain upon her rear that caused her to yelp. Terror seized her in the same instant, and suddenly the Blackthorn bolted for her life, straight towards the heart of the misty haunted woods.

Fin had no idea how long she'd run for when suddenly tripped and fell. Her body flew foreward and skidded into the dense underbrush that coated the forest floor, disappearing beneath it. Her eyes fluttered open to see the stalks of grasses and shrubbery before her face, their leaves tangled in a web over her head. For a moment, she was thoroughly convinced that she had been teleported into another world. And then in the next, she realized with another stab of fear that something far, far worse had happened to her.

"Oh my god..." Fin whined softly before shrieking, "I'm a MOUSE!""

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