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The story she told would probably seem frightening to some, but Fin simply found it impressive. "Nice!" she replied with a proud nod, "That'll look awesome when it scars up. I'm hoping I'll get a nice one out of mine too." She rolled her shoulder to glance backwards over it at the long gashes that ran along her back. The skin was busily knitting itself back together after being re-torn apart by her journey, which made her even more hopeful that the mark would be with her forever. Rough and tumble girls indeed.

Fox continued her story, ending it with a remark that made Fin's ears flatten against her head in displeasure. "All men should fucking die," she replied almost instantly in a sour, dead sort of tone. Her expression softened after a beat as she realized how very harsh the comment and sudden change of her attitude had been, and she gave Fox an apologetic flash of a smile before smashing her head down between her paws with a pout.