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

He didn't expect Finley to bolt like that. Peregrine blinked, then ran to catch up with her. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), she stumbled and fell before she went very far. He paused above her, assessing her for any damage. When she squeaked, he knew she wasn't hurt. Her outburst made him chortle under his breath.

"Yes, yes, you are," he agreed from somewhere behind her, making his voice as loud and booming as he could manage. "You better stay very still or I might accidentally step on you..." he warned even as Peregrine lowered his muzzle and nipped at her ribs in the hopes of tickling her. Because messing with Finley was his favorite sport.