Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

He was really not much of a talker. Just as the stranger regarded her frame, Fin began to study his character. There was not much to be gleaned from the stoic way in which he held himself, nor from the lack of expression upon his face. Even his eyes were a little blank (though Fin was probably just exaggerating things in her head at that point). That was his voice that held something that gave her pause. His questions were those that suggested a concern for her that nothing else of him betrayed. Fin was intrigued.

"A home yes, though I have quite the hike to take before I reach it," Fin replied, "Someone to take care of me? Not so much. I had been being treated by the healer at Blacktail Deer Plateau. Up until some little bitch kid threw me out... Fuckin' bitch kids..." Fin gazed off at the little spot in the distance where she knew rested the Plateau, a little frown twisted upon her muzzle. She turned back to the cinnamon-pelted male after a moment, curiosity replacing the look of disdain that had been there a moment ago. "Why do you ask?" she questioned boldly, a smile teasing the corners of her lips, "Do I look that mangled and diseased?"