Sheepeater Cliff i am the wild one take me now.

Her new companion didn't seem phased in the slightest by the announcement of her intentions. Perhaps she didn't realize the danger she was putting herself in, or perhaps she--like Fin--didn't really mind reckless behavior. Fin was hoping it was the latter. There was a lot less stress when it was the latter.

"No, no, feel free," Finley replied easily, glancing down at the ground below her paws, and then down at the ground far, far below the ground below her paws. "So where you from," she asked, not taking her gaze away from the jagged rocks. In her mind, she envisioned herself falling towards them. She wondered if maybe she aimed to land in one of the crevices between the daggers she might survive the fall. It was still quite a ways down, but maybe she could angle herself during the fall so that she'd land on her head and snap her neck, which would definitely kill her. Better to do that than be impaled like a barbeque weiner on a toothpick and have to wait to bleed out.

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