Redhawk Caldera your own story is the safest place you'll ever be.

Fin smirked at the coywolf's response.  She didn't know him very well, but he was a comfortable wolf to be around.  He wasn't too intrusive, too talkative or too controversial (or really any sort of 'versial at all).  He was just.. easy.  Little did she realize just how easy he really was.  The moment she came to realize he'd been holding back his personality around her due to her rank, she was going to laugh SO FUCKING HARD right in his toothy, toothy face.


At his next few words, Fin froze.  Though it was not the most logical reaction for her to have, immediately her mind snapped to what does he know???  The answer: probably nothing.  But Fin was already uncomfortable enough with searching for Grimm, and discomfort tended to lead to paranoia for the woefully not-so-sharp beta.  "What?  You think I'm looking for someone?" Fin replied in a voice that was a little higher pitched than her usual tone of choice, "Noooooo!  No, no.  I was just.  You know.  Beta."  What the crap does that even mean?  Fin grimaced for a second at herself before attempting to fix it.  "Hunting!" she added, which solved all of the... nothing at all.