Sheepeater Cliff i am the wild one take me now.

The girl's next question made Fin heave a quick chuckle. "Yeah," she replied, smiling, "Yeah, I've traveled quite a bit." The Blackthorn had traveled to many places in her short lifetime, and she had met many, many wolves. She could have told Vienna a great many stories about her travels, for her life thus far had been much like a sitcom that was a good ten seasons long. But there was little time for that now that their paws had brought them finally to the bridge.

Fin looked out across it with a smile twitching across her lips. It looked even shabbier and less trustworthy up close than it had from afar--a fact that ought to have made her nervous, but instead excited her all the more. She cast a glance over to her companion. "I'm Finley, by the way," she said after a beat, "I should probably let you know that in case this goes badly."