Redhawk Caldera In search of

*comes to save*

Finley wasn't usually one to interfere with the scuffles between the puppies. Little battles like these were just a part of the growing process. Like all wolves, even the wee ones needed to learn how to settle disputes amongst themselves. Dominance was just a part of life, and it was situations like the one Fin was witnessing currently was simply how wolves learned to deal with one another.

She did rise slightly when Titmouse began to choke. Raven was faster to react though, and Fin settled back down to continue chewing on the deer rib she had claimed for herself during their last meal. She eyed her goddaughter as she took the boy away, then allowed her gaze to drift back to Phox who had gone back to gazing at his little treasures fondly.

"Whatcha got there, Fidge?" she called to him, abandoning the bone between her arms and looking to him with interest.