Great Bear Wilderness coming down on a sunny day.

Fin growled softly as she gnawed on the bone.  It was decently therapuetic getting to vent her frustrations out on it, even if she wasn't completely clear on what she was even upset about.  The beta tore a splinter off the rib and began to chew on it (cause rib bones are basically just sticks of string cheese, right?) when the sound of approaching paws caught her attention.  Fin dug her teeth hard into the bone and tensed as she shifted to face the stranger, her hackles prickling as she gave him a wary glare.  


She relaxed slightly when the black wraith spoke to her for hist tone lacked any belligerence.  Instead, she fixed him with a curious stare as he mentioned that she was one of those 'Caldera wolves'.  She set her own senses to work then to learn more about him, quickly realizing that she too recognized his pack's scent.  "Oh and you're one of those Spine wolves," Fin retorted irritably, giving him a frown, "Is there something wrong with the Caldera?"