Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

omg u stop *blushblush* TY!! That makes me happy giggles ^^

Towhee seemed put out, but Finley was at a loss to understand why. It should have been obvious, but the alpha was fairly distracted what with the pretty french blonde all up in her business, threatening Fin by wanting to join her pack where she could be all pretty in front of her mate. Said pretty girl responded, obviously taking greater care to articulate. She glanced at Towhee to see if it was helping her goddaughter, but turned her attention back soon enough as hearing it herself was the greater priority. A quirk of her brow was the only response she gave to the question of whether or not she'd ever heard of Quebec and whatever river - an expression that narrowed into a thoughtful furrow of her brows as the stranger went on to explain the life she had escaped.

Finley prickled at further confirmation that this woman was indeed a trophy. She came very close to shouting ELWOOD IS MINE at her even though it would have made no sense to anyone, including at least 60% of herself. She held her tongue, though, and took a deep breath as her mind raced along whatever hormonally motivated tracks it was attempting to follow. "What does being you entail, exactly?" she asked, curious for reasons other than why she ought to have been. They were more along the lines of wanting to make sure her looks were all she had. If this bitch was hot and smart or talented? FFL (Fuck Fin's Life).