Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

It certainly never hurt to start a good afternoon of mischief with a warm-up run, which is essentially what the alpha and beta did once they were united.  When finally, they came to the borders of the Caldera where the land smoothed out to a flat, grassy surface, Fin slowed to a stop.  Her tongue was lolling happy out of her mouth across her molars on the right of her jaw.  It was with this whimsical face that she turned to look at her BFF, happy as hell that she had finally broken her free of her matronly prison.


"Welcome to world again, babe!" Fin barked, prancing about her friend in a merry circle before spinning in spot to face her once more, "I am not gonna lie - I really didn't have any particular plans for the day besides to get you away from the little booby-suckers.  So!  Whatever you want to do, I'm in.  Just say the word.  We can hunt, we can fight, we can make love - I am your slave, my queen."  To prove her loyalty (and also that she was thoroughly kidding), Fin gave her alpha an overly exaggerated, grandiose bow.