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

Peregrine was having a hard time keeping up with Finley's trip, though it kept him entertained, at least. When she exclaimed at his smallness, he pouted at her playfully. "Me? Small? I'm —" She cut him off with another cry, causing him to glance around slyly. Yet there was nothing and now Finley looked rather calm and complacent again.

"You're like a hyperactive pup and a hormonal lady all rolled into one," Peregrine mused. "Terrifying." Speaking of which, he looked around himself again, once more noticing this place's innate spookiness. He wondered what it would look like in daylight. Would it be just as foggy and creepy or was it more of a bright, enchanted forest in the daytime?