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Finn trotted along the highway, her good ear held tight back against her head to keep the rain from coming in. Every now and again she’d toss up her muzzle nipping angrily at the falling water droplets. Rain! She hated rain! Wet, cold, runny and pervading, she had hated it back home and she still hated it now. It didn’t do her any favors in the looks department either. With her curly but thin coat flattened by the rain, the multitude of scars showed through even more easily, like some kind of patchwork quilt made by the mentally insane.
Now, Finn was quite proud of her scars, to be sure! But she was also savvy to the fact that they sometimes put people off. She wasn’t sure why, Finn liked seeing scars on others, though the thought is rather odd. It meant they were fighters, like her, or didn’t mind getting a little scratched up. When wolves whined about how scars ruined their appearance, that was when Finn either walked away or got in their face, depending on her mood. She felt a sort of sick, guilty pleasure when the confronted wolf grew silent, or scuffed at the ground with abashment.
As it stood, though, Finn had not seen another wolf for days. She would have chewed off her other ear just to find someone to spend this miserable, rainy day with. The gray clouds were getting her down, and Finn didn’t like being down while the sun was still up. Depression was for night time, repression was for day time. The remnants of last night’s gloom had been washed away by the rain, replaced by simple irritation and a craving for company. At that moment, as Finn rounded a bend, the latter of the two was abolished.
Despite the rain, a smile grew on Finn’s lips, growing wider as the soggy shape materialized out of the misty rain. Finn’s tail wagged, her eyes sparked and she sat in the very middle of the black asphalt. ”Hey!” She said, ”Some day, huh?” The figure resolved itself into a thin, she-wolf, with somewhat similar colouring as Fidh. She didn’t look particularly happy, but who could be on a day like this? Finn curled her tail around her feet, affording them a small bit of warmth. The she-wolf was thin, and Finn felt a little empathy. As the seasons turned, prey became scarce.
Finn was lucky to be travelling with Alastair. His presence put the rabbits and other small edible creatures at ease, so Finn could pick them off. She always wondered if they felt any confused before they died. What deer would travel with a wolf, after all? Finn didn’t even know. She wasn’t sure herself why she tolerated the horned horse’s presence.