Redhawk Caldera where you lead.

While Finley and Magpie had gotten off on a rather rocky start, the months since the birth of the firebirds had closed the distance between the two of them enough that finally, finally, finally, the beta had acquiesced to allowing the Corvidae to watch over her precious little Eljay while she and Elwood spent some time just the two of them.


Of course, Elwood still had no idea that Finley had come up with this little plot of hers.  He'd left to take care of his beta-ly responsibilities that morning and Fin, knowing he wouldn't be back for a number of hours, had Magpie lined up to swoop in and play babysitter so that she could enact her devious plot.  She tracked his scent along the inner slopes of the Caldera, pleased as hell when she realized he had traced a line just nearby where she'd wanted to lure him to in the first place.

Finley tucked into the mountainside along the familiar hallway that lead to that wide ballroom beneath the cliffs.  The pool that maintained constant residence there was a good foot and a half at that point - not surprising considering the amount of rain they'd had recently.  Unperturbed, Fin waded into it a few yards before she stopped under one of the long slivers of light that shone down from the wide cracks in the ceiling.  With a smile, she tilted her head back and sent a call out to her @Elwood, knowing that he'd know exactly where to find her once he heard.