The Heartwood Did you hear the one about the dead wolf?

Fin's ears twitched as he gave his somewhat nervous and yet intrigued response. A sly grin swept across her muzzle as she quirked a single brow at him. "Oh, you would've loved it," she quipped back, "So much that it would just be cruel to tell you about it now after the opportunity has passed."

The Blackthorn nodded sagely, trying to give him the impression that she really was doing him quite the favor but keeping her intentions a secret. With any luck, she could take a leaf out of Peregrine's book and trick him into getting into some precarious sort of situation that she could completely abandon him in. Her alpha had always made it look like so much fun, even though she was usually the one on the other not-at-all-fun end of it.

But, on second thought, she really did need to continue her search for Adair, and she supposed leaving him wondering what it was she would have done was a good enough torment. So, with only a cheeky grin and a nod of her muzzle, Fin hopped down from her perch and strode off into the forest, leaving the young wolf wondering in her wake.

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