Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

There was truth in Elwood's statement, she surmised with a nod. Fin was definitely coordinated. She'd been dead a hundred times over if she wasn't skilled at her assinine extra-curriculars. She still believe her most recent scrape with the bear had only gone poorly because of Lasher's involvement. If he hadn't charged in unexpectedly and thrown off her groove, she felt confident that she would've escaped without a scratch.

"Yeah, a friend and I were bear-tipping," Fin replied with a devious little smile, "It was an old bear. Probably would've fallen over soon without our help, but it was still fun." She wondered then about the dark-furred female to the Southeast, completely unaware that she was dead now by the teeth of one of her packmates. She frowned slightly, wishing she could go hunt the woman down for another round of bear-baiting but knowing well she wasn't making any long trips for quite a while.