Whitefish River cupid's demanding back his arrow

The silver Epsilon's eyes narrowed at the male's reaction. Either he had a lot of guts standing there with such a silly smile on his face or he was simply stupid --either way Finn couldn't help but feel he was standing in front of a mirrored image of him from a couple months ago; just with a much lighter coat and a less charming face.

Like the loner, Finn had been both gutsy and stupid. In fact it had been on his first week upon the Wilds that he had gone pissing off an Alpha -- literally. He was no stranger to the idiotic antics that came with youth, he had done (and continued to do) his fair share of them.

His emotionless expression changed abruptly as the yearling admitted he couldn't swim.Finn might've felt like complete shit at the moment but heartbroken or not, there was no way he would let the chance to mess with the guy go unnattended. No worries, your big head will keep you afloat once I push you in he barked while trying to hold back a chuckle as he took two steps towards the younger male, One, two!, he yelled over the boy's next question.

If his feigned attempt to shove him into the water didn't do the trick he'd have to accept the boy's company while scouting the area for prey. It was not an ideal deal for a hungry pack wolf whose job was to provide for the rest of the pack first but he was really in no mood to chase the boy off. Besides as a former loner himself, Finn was not capable of shooing them away.

He had once been lost and hungry too.
He still was, actually, though this time in a different, more methaphorical way.