Great Bear Wilderness tastes like darjeeling.

Somnia agreed with Fin on both accounts, but Fin paid more attention to the latter. The urge to gossip rampantly about him struck her hard, but she attempted to hold her tongue. She was the pack's beta after all. Talking about a subordinate behind their back with another subordinate somehow didn't strike her as being very... beta-like. Or maybe it was. She had never been in the position to know, nor had she ever remained a part of a pack long enough to be pulled into the confidence of the second-in-commands. Alphas yes, but that was more or less just... pillow talk.

"Not at all," Fin replied, "Pretty sure we're all a little weird and crazy, honestly." She gave the girl a grin so that she would know she was kidding, not wanting her to take offense at the implication. She really meant herself more than others. While she didn't necessarily think she was touched in the head for making a hobby out of fighting bears and antagonizing rattlesnakes, she was aware of how others viewed it.

"You making any headway on earning any trades?" Fin asked, making conversation, "I assume you're going for gamekeeper, considering the squirrel-murdering you were attempting when we met."