Redhawk Caldera slow motion daylight.

If she had been less sick with cabin fever, Fin might've realized how insane she seemed to the poor girl before her. As it was, Fin typically wasn't the most self-aware. At least not when it came to her faults. She picked up her head at Somnia's touch and peered at her thoughtfully, a smiling eventually breaking across her muzzle.

"Sorry," she said, shutting her eyes and shaking her head, "I have been couped up for far too long with this injury." The Blackthorn opened her eyes again to gaze upon the female, forcing herself to be curious about her new packmate instead of so absorbed in her own issues. "You said you're new here?"