Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

The stranger seemed nonplussed by her unusual new way of greeting, so Fin relaxed into the conversation. She was surprised when he correctly guessed her as the "Bearfighter"--"My reputation precedes me," she said with a pleased little grin that only widened upon being referred to as a celebrity. She didn't know nearly getting herself murdered by a vicious predator for fun would earn her such renown. Maybe she needed to almost get murdered by vicious predators more often. Up it to twice a week instead of just once.

"Good to meet ya, Elwood," Fin replied, completely unaware that the very next day, her best friend would be telling her that this fellow was her "type" and that she would respond with "all men should fucking die". Despite her previous musings about the one who'd broken her heart most recently, she wasn't feeling too bitter towards that lesser gender. Especially this one, what with his calling her cool things and giving her ego good pets.

"Did you join the flock recently?" Fin questioned, changing her mind abruptly on what it was she wanted answered, "Wait, is it El Wood, like.. First name El, last name Wood? Or all one first name.. Elwood. El Wood. Elwood. Elwood?"