The Heartwood i would go most anywhere to feel.

OMG Marie, your writing is so gorgeous I just. I can't even. Holy snaps. Gaze upon my massive pile of dung that I fling out next to your shining diamond O_____O

Fin too was lost in her thoughts, unaware that her steps were being closely replicated by a perfect stranger. It wasn't until she felt the girl's hot breath upon her rump that she suddenly realized that something was off, and she whirled around in surprise to face the yearling with a yip. Finley bounded backwards a few feet before she stood, stiff-legged and wide-eyed to gaze upon her too-close-for-comfort stalker.

"OH!" she barked at her, her breath frozen in her throat, "Um." It was all she could say until she let her chest settle, swiftly realizing that whoever this was, she was not a threat. At least, not at the moment. Maybe she would in the end attempt to make a meal of Finley's rump, but for now at least, she had put herself between the stranger and the prize (lol get it, cause she's facing her?). "You uh... Sup," she said after a beat, still not fully centered enough to make normal conversation. But at least she was trying, eh?