Horizon Ridge the top of the world

The small-ish wolf was quick to bristle and snap at her with biting words. Finley canted her head at him curiously. "How am I supposed to know that?" she replied, "For all I know, this is the first time anyone's ever even addressed you." It didn't occur to her that she should doctor her words or her tone to cater them to speaking with one so young. She spoke to three week-old infants as though they were tiny adults, so why would she treat this young gentleman any different?

As the boy continued, Fin's eyes widened and that mischevious spark suddenly began to blaze. "What, really?" she asked him eagerly, her tail beginning to wag, "Kid, that's awesome! Find any?" Little did her bespeckled counterpart realize that he was trying to scare off a professional bear fighter by boasting about fighting bears. And little did Finley realize in her reckless excitement that the young wolf was bluffing, nor did she realize that taking him on an actual bear hunt with her (as she was about to suggest) was an astoundingly terrible idea.