Blacktail Deer Plateau Take these broken wings and learn to fly

The question seemed to utterly disarm Finley, who began to stammer in response. If she hadn't been in so much pain, Junior might have smirked. Unless she had deduced wrongly—and she really didn't think she had, based on the clues from her conversation with Finn—this was the she-wolf whose disappearance had sent him into despair. It seemed the feeling might be mutual, based on Finley's initial reaction.

She almost blurted that Finn was, without a doubt, pining for her, but Junior was at least somewhat loyal to her pack mates, even those she didn't know well. And why should she go blabbing about Finn's personal business? Oh, it was a burning temptation, certainly. But the juvenile pressed her chapped lips together, refusing to say anymore on the subject. Her eyes danced mischievously, however, where her mouth failed to betray any emotion.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked lightly after enjoying her fellow patient's discomfort for a moment.