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Still not frozen...

Finley stood frowning at the edge of the lake, her gaze - as usual - glued upon the island in the distance. Had she been a naturalist, she probably would've known better than to expect it to be. The temperatures had been steadily creeping lower, but it hadn't yet been nearly cold enough for a freeze the likes of which she needed in order to ensure her safe passage over to the island. When finally she'd had enough of the longing staring, she kicked a rock grumpily into the disappointingly not frozen lake, turned and began to wander along the shoreline.

It wasn't long afterwards that she ran into Fox's sister, although she had no idea of their relation at the time. Whether or not she should have, I don't really know. Whether or not she even know about the little drama that had gone down between Elwood and Dove, I'm not sure about either. Luckily, I don't have to know yet for Finley to have walked up to the wolf she had just deemed to be the cure to her boredom and say with a comical grin, "Aw, honey, did no one tell you we have food in caches all over the place so there's no need to eat your own butt?"