Plot: It’s evening and you come across…

Summer in Auster felt like such a rare treat coming down from Boreas that Finch couldn't help but linger a few days after the Hallows festival had ended. She knew her parents would understand, and she'd sent word along back with some Avalon wolves who had been in attendance. It felt... freeing, to be down here by herself. And a little bit frightening. That edge of fear rendered everything a little bit sharper: the fireflies seemed brighter, the sunset more vivid. Every moment she explored was etched into brain as a moment to remember. When the sun finally sank behind the horizon and the runes on the pillars surrounding her began to glow, Finch held her breath.

It felt... important, although she wasn't sure why.

A few moments passed and she exhaled loudly, having forgotten the simple act of breathing. She chided herself. Really, she was too old to feel like this - and besides, there was investigating to do. Finch swiped a paw carefully through the grasses, looking for a flower she thought she'd caught sight of earlier but didn't recognize. She walked as she did so, her eyes combing the ground, so engrossed in her task and she almost stumbled right over a rock. Oh! Oh!

That wasn't a rock at all. That was a boy. Finch made a soft yip of surprise and stumbled backwards before she stepped on Jiro's rear end. "S-sorry!" She stammered, swaying on her paws.