Falls of the Hinterlands suckin' on my tendies

The sound of footfalls crunching in the leaf litter scattered on the forest floor distracted Bat from her hopeless endeavor. She turned and watched as a ghostly pale figure materialized out of the surrounding darkness. The stranger was rather short and stout. Bat's mercurial eyes traced over the details she could make out in the low light, which included the stripe down her back.

She opened her mouth to say something when the woman's question caught her off guard. Bat's mouth clapped shut, then opened, then closed again. Aside from the stripe, there wasn't anything remotely familiar about this-wolf. And the question intrigued her mightily. But the roguish youngster couldn't resist.

"Hey, yeah! It's good seeing you again, old friend! How's—" She brain farted for an instant before pulling a random name out of thin air. "—Finnegan doing these days?"