Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

*shamelessly makes wild assumptions*

Scimitar echoed her description, adding words of his own that fit perfectly with the Fox they (apparently) both knew and loved (maybe?). "Yeah, I do believe that's the one," she replied after a moment of thought. "So you're from the Creek then?" she asked after a moment as Fox's history returned to her. She was pretty sure it was the Creek that Fox had been at before she came to the Plateau. She'd left that place in quite a whirl of drama, it seemed. Fin vaguely remembered some details about the whole fiasco, something about doing douchey things to some douchey pack... then running away and fighting with someone... Some.. Ohhhh.

"Wait, so your girl is whatsherface?" Fin asked slowly as it dawned on her, "Batsy? Or.. Bitsy?" She remembered the stories that had been passed around the Plateau as gossip after Fox had joined them, as well as words that had been shared between the fiery alpha and herself. She set her gaze upon the burly, russet wolf, pondering now more than ever who he was exactly. "What's your name anyway?" she asked, wondering if it was one she might recognize.