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Finn's tail swished, and he rested his chin on his paw with mild resignation. "I guess that makes sense..." he huffed, tail swaying listlessly behind him. True as Morgan's words were, they weren't satisfying. "Still dun' feel right, though. We're a crew, aren't we?" he asked -- but before Morgan...

As the pie encrusted vulpinist stumbled blindly towards him, Finn readied to stab the beast in the neck. (After all, that proved to be an excellent tactic with the Shrew behemoth.) However, the young foxkit felt a familiar paw seize the back of his scruff. THE INDIGN--Oh hey, it's THEO! Finn...

Finn was nudged back into the group, a touch more muted. His muzzle had gone off talking by itself, and gotten him in trouble. Unfortunately, he had many questions now Many of the words the old vixen used were foreign to him. Several times during her story, he nearly opened his muzzle to speak...

Finn's cheerful exuberance waned slightly as Morgan asked of the lost. Exciting as the battle had been, for all it's thrills -- the foxkit knew there had been terrible losses as well. His young mind struggled to process the risks he'd been through. Though he'd participated in combat, it felt as...

Finn could tell Morgan was in rough shape still -- and yet, apparently not in enough pain to stop her from climbing the stairs. He held on as tightly as he dared, and tipped his chin upwards like a happy little fox-barnacle. "I keep forgettin' yer still recovering... Mr. Barrett says injuries...

Finn managed to catch one of his hindfeet on Mariel's abdomen, and gave a firm (but surprisingly gentle push). That just left him to contend with Cricket. "Nasty kittens! Nasty geckos! Filthy cheats!" he cried as he grappled with the gecko. He bucked and rolled, and eventually managed to get one...

Finn's heart froze in his chest for a moment as he heard the sound of a vicious slap. He could only see so little from within the trench coat -- and he wasn't sure what just happened. "Cricket!" he hissed quietly, tipping his head upwards. "Did you just... did you just get slapped?" He did...

Finn waited patiently for Alwyn to respond to him. The todd needed a moment, anyone could see that -- but the wait was unbearable. Every second, Finn felt worse and worse for what he'd done. Gates... had he injured somoene else? At the sound of the door, Finn whipped around with a guilty look...

From behind the buffet, Finn had a moment to survey the scene, and drink all the chaos in. Death, distruction, and disorder were the name of the day, and everything was a blur. Finn watched in shock as the Vulpinists set on Oscar. The knife raised, the knife came down, and the sickening wet thud...

Finn let out a little squawk as he was scruffed. THE INDIGNITY! Darr's expression was severe enough that not only did he instantly know he was in trouble -- but also what he was in trouble for. The fox let out an apologetic whine as he was dragged out of the shoppe, tripping over his own feet on...

Finn was a little ball of tension, but just feeling Morgan's paw rest on his shoulder drew out a substantial portion of it. Still, there was an undeniable quiver in his voice, and he shuddered lightly. "Aye, th-that works!" he whispered, just quietly enough to keep from disturbing the weary...

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. Finn fumbled in the dark as the shadowy figure occluded the light from the upper decks. The kit huffed in a panic, paws setting up on the other beast's torso to brace against them. Deep down, Finn knew it was just a crewmate... but he was spooked, and...

The Hide rocked gently that night, the weary timbers letting out muted shudders as they rubbed against each other. A heavy fog had rolled in that afternoon, and lingered on well into the night. On the upper decks, it made the lanternlight visible, warm streaks of light radiating out into the...

Finn was struck by a disorienting wave of sensation as he stepped into Botanica Magica. The entire shop was unlike anything he had experienced before, and had a queer smell about it that almost made him dizzy. Taverns and such were simple places with one aesthetic: wood and smoke. But this was...

The coat was wretchedly hot in the early spring afternoon -- that, and Finn couldn't stop his blush. Cricket's tail rested a little higher on his ribs, and... ...and Finn couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun. Smelly coat and all. Heck, even Ruffano wasn't that bad a companion...