Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

Grumpy Finley is an extremely difficult creature.  She was irritable, easily frustrated, restless and even more rash and crass than usual.  They were an explosive bundle of emotions that lead her to spend those fitful days mostly away from the Caldera, as though she were trying to protect her loved ones from herself.  Such wasn't actually the case, however; her motives were far less altruistic.  Her fleeing the packlands was more due to her desire to sate her restless turmoil, not to avoid inflicting it upon the rest of the pack.

Fin fully intended on making another run for it that day when Elwood's call reeled her back in.  Guilt swam in her belly for how she'd been away from him the past few days.  The pair had been in a constant state of "honeymooning" it seemed since they'd gotten together and somewhere in her clouded mind, Fin knew that he must be worrying about this new distance of hers.  As much as she loved him and knew she must be hurting him with her ...let's call it a fever - with her fever, the Blackthorn was loathe to answer his call.  Didn't he know she wanted to do other stuff?  Not listen to him whine about how he missed her and crap??

She's a meany head, but El wanted her, so he gets her!

Fin stalked up to her friendboy with flattened ears and obvious tension in her petite frame.  Her gaze was neutral as she set it upon him, which truly was a testament to how much she loved him that the sight of him didn't make her scowl as the sight of most things did lately.  "Hiiiii," she said after a moment, making no move to erase the remaining several feet of distance she had left between them.