Otatso Wetlands to know me as hardly golden.

Finley heard him before she saw him. As the strange male approached, the silver mockingbird swung her head so that her soft chocolate eyes fell upon his face just as he began to speak. She listened wordlessly, her face breaking into a gratuitous smile when his kindness struck her.

"I'm kinda hoping so, actually," Fin responded with a grin, "I'm Finley. Please call me Fin, though." She bowed her head momentarily, wanting to show him a bit of respect even though they were not of the same pack. Some wolves she knew were quite particular about this, and even she found herself expectant that the same gesture would soon be returned. "Are you from or have you ever heard of a pack called Noctisardor Bypass?"

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