Great Bear Wilderness tastes like darjeeling.

Dear god. Fin could have gone on and on about all of the interesting adventures she'd had in her travels. It was a shame she had absolutely no skill in story-telling for she could have written one hell of an autobiography about her travels. For only having spent two and a half years on the earth, she'd had the experiences of 20. Even when not looking for trouble, the Blackthorn had a knack for finding it, and she'd traveled long and far enough to have it again and again and again.

"Person, place or thing?" Fin asked with a laugh and a cocky swish of her tail, "You come across plenty of interesting things when you travel a lot. There are so many adventures to be had..." She trailed off a little wistfully, reminiscing about her time as a vagabond and wondering vaguely if she would one day return to that lifestyle. It was strange to think that she might not, but in truth, once Peregrine and Fox's first litter was born and grew up, they might not have any need for her anymore. Maybe she was destined to leave the Caldera to again make room for the young as she had before with her birth pack.