Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm insane

Unlike the young Virtute Blacktail, Finn did not care or bother to remember the young girl that used to roam the halls of the Plateu. Even if they had arrived (in different senses of the word) at a similar time, they had never been connected. Especially not after she had shown her blatant stupidity to the world by not only playing suicidal but attempting to drive out another injured wolf out of pure jealousy.
In that sense, both aspiring Gamekeepers stood in the opposite spectrum.
Even if now Saena's thoughtful wandering had brought them to stand relative close to one another.

Being used to having nothing more than the shelter of the trees, the young Delta would not have found it strange to see another body out in the open. Since the earliest days of his adolescence he had trained himself to sleep under the mercy of the weather. Not rain, hail or even the promise of snow the young Naturalist predicted would stop the Ollivander from remaining outside.
Why?
That was a question due for another time.

Why was the juvenile out however was a question he would much rather to focus on.
Hey, um, Saena right? He barked loud enough to hopefully break her from her thoughts and call her attention. Even if he wasn't keen on anything really that reminded him of the idiotic smaller version of Peregrine, he had to also remind himself she as not necessarily like her -- or so he hoped.