Redhawk Caldera Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

Fin poked her nose slowly across the cool walls, every so often pausing to inspect an area that offered more to smell that just rock.  Nothing she came across was at all reminiscent of Somnia, though, and so she lifted her head after a little while to frown across the shallow pool at her companions.  "Nothing," she admitted when Elwood called out.  Despite the fact that Fin was pissed as hell now at Somnia, she didn't want her to be missing without a trace like this, leaving them all to wonder what had happened to her.


Resigned and frustrated, Fin continued walking along the wall until her path led her to Elwood's.  Gently she pressed her muzzle against his throat and growled softly - a gesture of comfort.  Somnia might not have truly been her friend, but she knew her lover was close to the girl and thus must have been worried.  It wasn't his fault he was too trusting to see the gamma had been trying to steal him from her.  "I don't think she's been here recently at all," she said as she pulled away from Elwood and turned her gaze to Peregrine, wondering what he would advise of them next.