Blacktail Deer Plateau hey young blood

snagging this for myself

It had not been mere coincidence what had made the newly welcomed member's call weave into his unconscious and roused him from his sleep. Finn was a heavy sleeper, that aside from valuing his status and the unity of his pack also prized the few moments of sleep he got. So it was not for just nothing that he had woken and gone to meet a stranger at the gates of the Plateau.
So why had his paws carried him to her?
By now you would have thought Finn had stopped asking himself about women and their undecipherable mindsets.

But like her, the platinum dipped male reflected on their brief encounter as he walked silently across the borders, his tail swishing back and forth like a feather in the wind as he tried to fulfill the duties he had as an aspiring Warden. Oblivious to the fact that the girl was nearby, the supposed 'father look-alike' continued to follow the imaginary line that separated the Plateau from the rest of the world, stopping only to draw a more visible line with his urine near one of the pack's scent markers.

Maybe it was his olive eyes what separated Finn from whatever memory he resembled in the female's mind, but once they met -- something Finn planned on doing not because of simple courtesy but because of the spiking interest that she had planted in his mind. Maybe then they would be able to see, in flesh and bone, what separated each other from their respective look-alikes.
To be honest, Finn hoped it was more than eye color.