Great Bear Wilderness tastes like darjeeling.

Turned out Finley had some pretty good stories at her disposal. "How is that even possible?!" Somnia exclaimed with an incredulous look. "It would be one thing if it had been some sort of canine, but a mountain lion? You would've thought that those cats were smart enough to tell the difference between their own kind and coyotes!" That mountain lion must have been dropped on it's head when it was little. That was the only explanation she could come up with.

"Guess I'll have to start calling you the Queen of Epic Stories." Somnia joked, attempting to keep the flow of conversation going.