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

Fin began to squirm forward on her belly, her mind immediately telling her that she needed some grain or she would die. She was quickly distracted from this thought by the sound of a giant somewhere behind her. She froze immediately, not even daring to blink lest she give away her location and be smashed into oblivion by the giant's paws. She was fairly convinced that it was her mousey fate to die there in that patch of leaves when she felt the tickling at her sides--the tickle of death.

The Blackthorn yelped and flailed wildly to escape, succeeding only in rolling onto her back and making the sport all the more easy for Peregrine. She began to bark with laughter despite herself, tears streaming from her eyes as she begged, "No! Please! I don't wanna die, I wanna.. Not die! Not DIE!" Somehow in her flailing, she found herself back on her feet, and she darted away from her attacker only to turn back to try and catch a glimpse at him.

Finley skidded to a stop as her eyes shot open wide with surprise. "PEREGRINE!" she barked at him, "Oh my god. How did you get small too??" She leaped towards him to close the distance between the two, leaning forward to whisper once she was within reach. "Don't move... there's a..." And then she stopped completely, quite unceremoniously. She leaned back and looked around, ears perked but not in fear or worry. Just casually, as though not a thing had just happened, except suddenly her attention was stolen by Peregrine who was looking at her weird... Almost like she had just been talking......... What was he doing that for?

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