Redhawk Caldera slow motion daylight.

The girl acted as though she had no idea what it was she'd done wrong when it was SO obvious. A wolf perched on a ledge? A scattered pile of acorns below? What did she think this was, the start of a diving contest? Obviously, the pack cripple was trying to contribute to her home by catching them a damn squirrel, how was that so difficult to see??

"I'm Finley Blackthorn," Fin replied, lifting her head proudly, "Beta of this pack." She was not one to pull rank usually, but to her this case warranted it. Which truly was a testament to just how desperately she needed to get out more. Boredom addled the crap out of her already loosely knit brains.