Blacktail Deer Plateau Moose Battle

i've been neglecting poor finny omg i suck -- also heyyy

[size=medium]"If I had a heart you're the one who should break it"[/size]

[size=small]It could not be denied that during the past few weeks, Finn had been nothing but a ghost in the Plateu. And while the reason that lied behind his recent inactiveness in the pack could not be justified he made really no attempt to do it anyways. Unless it was Dante or Lasher who questioned him, he'd lean towards the silence. Maybe, it had been the cold stiffness of the last weeks of Winter (which he had realized was perhaps his least favorite season) what had caused his stillness, or maybe the mere fact that, again, the monotony of life in the Plateu was consuming him and threatening to damage his rebellious soul.

And while the invernal months had not seen much of his crazy stunts, as the fading snow and the sprouting grasses announced it was time for rebirth.
Time to make up for, ironically, the lost time.
He just needed to know how to begin.

Go fuck up some shit in the neighbouring forests?
Or go fight a bratty Silvertip wolf again?
He was silently beginning to plot all sorts of wreckage-related actions he could perform in the forests (and have a bonus points if they were near Silvertip's borders) when the call for a much more interesting plan reached his ears.
With his lips molding into his signature crooked grin, the Ollivander saved his malicious scheming for later and began to trot in the direction of Koda's call.
A hunt, even if he wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, always sounded like a good plan -- especially if what you sought was to let off steam.


Soon, his olive eyes spotted the male, seemingly still alone and waiting for companionship -- which the Ollivander was more than happy to provide. Unlike many, if not all of those thathad witnessed Koda's sexist rant in the past pack hunt, Finn was not remotely pissed at him. He did not agree with the words he had said or the way he had handled everything (especially since it was his hosted hunt) but neither did he make a point, or effort in calling him out. Dante had already done so, and honestly, when internal conflict regarded Finn had already learnt it was best to keep at margin.
After having dealt with Junior's idiocy, he preferred not to take sides --or at least not vocally.

"Hey man" he woofed softly as he approached, briefy nudging the man's shoulder before taking a moment to assess the situation.
Almost inmediately he was greeted by the foul odor of the animal's fecal matter.
Wasn't this supposed to be a hunt?, he thought silently scrunching up his nose in distaste as he questioned himself if he would really want to eat or feed the pack with the meat of such a rancid-smelling animal..
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