Blacktail Deer Plateau Husks and shells

A weird one. Finley played with that thought for a moment, then shrugged and smiled. "Weird. Eh, it's not the worst adjective that's been used on me so I'll take it." She hopped down to his level, but stopped suddenly when he warned her not to come much closer. Fleas, eh? Finley was aware from experience that those were pretty terrible, so she took a couple of steps back.

"I have no idea, but I have no desire to find out," Fin said with a frown, "Is that why you were in the water? I feel like that's only going to hydrate them, make them stronger. With fleas you need to take more drastic measures." What those measures were, she wasn't completely certain. She couldn't remember how she had in the past gotten rid of her own fleas. She certainly hadn't drowned them, at least.

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