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Fin was quite fascinated by the youngster at this point. He had quite the imagination, evidenced by the detailed description he gave of the different types of bears Fin had no idea existed. For a second, she found herself wondering if she'd ever come across any crafting bears before. Just when she was deciding the only types of bears she'd ever met must be the growly, roary, teethy kind, she suddenly realized that she was being an idiot. Bears were bears, and she really needed to stop getting sucked into stories, especially ones told by children.

"Yeah, I'll help!" she replied brightly when the young wolf asked, her tail wagging. Maybe he was crazy, but who knew? Maybe he actually was good at finding bears. She had no fear at all that something terrible would happen and she would end up getting the youngster murdered by a bear that day. It was either complete confidence in herself or a frightening lack of sense that drove her belief. Fin would've said it was the former, but I think we all know it's the latter.