Porcupine Ridge toy cars in the highway

@Fang

Reckless. Idiot. Fearless.
Choose your pick. All of these words could fit the silver male's description. While most tried to spend their lives avoiding trouble, Finn adored to run into it. His addiction to adrenaline and his rebel heart had been with him since the very beginning. Everything his mother told him not to do, the little silver pup did in the next second.

Currently, he was no different. Even if more than a year had gone by, Finn had not retired his inner teen reasoning and his inmature side jokes. He was the same young boy that walked by with chocolate smudges in his face and still claimed not to know what happened to to the cake -- the only difference was that he was bigger now.

Oh yes, Finn was the kid your mother always warned you about.