Great Bear Wilderness tastes like darjeeling.

Her companion chose "people", and so Fin furrowed her brows thoughtfully, shuffling through her arsenal to pick the best one. There had been so many. There had been crazies, there had been angries, there had been the perfectly normalies. The latter weren't as interesting as the former, though, so it was with one of those she finally chose.

"I met a mountain lion once who thought he was a coyote," Fin said finally, "I guess the coyotes took him in when he was a cub because his mother had died. He had no idea he was a cat until I... accidentally pointed it out. They were pretty pissed. I would never have dreamed of running away from a bunch of coyote"--she emphasized with a derisive sneer--"But when they have a 130 pound cougar as a pet, options are a little limited."