Sheepeater Cliff i am the wild one take me now.

Finley wasn't quite so distracted that she didn't notice when another wolf was approaching her. She simply was too distracted to care all that much. Even as the girl matched her steps and strode alongside of her, the Blackthorn barely spared her a glance. A smile did flicker across her lips, however. It was a little more of a... crazed one... than a friendly one, unfortunately.

"Hi," Fin responded cheerfully, "Oh, just about to cross this chasm. What're your plans for the day?" The silver mockingbird's gaze remained trained upon the log in the distance. It was coming nearer and nearer with each step, and thus Fin's excitement was growing. She didn't mind having a friendly conversation in the meantime--so long as it didn't end in a panicked plea that Fin not risk her life by talking a treacherous stroll across a rickety old stick over the mountain's rocky fangs.

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