Redhawk Caldera gone fishing

It had become somewhat of a habit for Finley the past few days to sneak out of the Caldera at the crack of dawn and then slip back in late, late at night, only to disappear once again before the light touched the territory.  It was a behavior she had employed frequently before when she was just another subordinate at the Plateau, but one that had fallen by the wayside when she had become the beta female of the Caldera.  Now, with the fever of Spring upon her, it was back with a vengeance.

Today though, she screwed up a little.  After spending the past few nights barely sleeping even a wink, her body apparently had had enough.  When she finally awoke to the sun's rays tugging back at her eyelids, she gave a start just before barking out a loud and angry  SHIT!!  Here it was midday and she was still deep within the heart of the Caldera.  After rolling grumpily about on the ground like a child throwing a temper tantrum, she finally dragged herself up and began to make her way towards the lake within the territory where she could grab a drink and maybe, just maybe finally take the metaphorical dive and swim to that mystical little island in the very center.

That's when she came across their newest recruit.  Now, someone in Fin's fever-addled brains, she remembered Peregrine telling her about this fellow.  It was probably while she was playing with the firebirds though, which meant she wasn't paying any attention to him.  Why did he want her to be his beta again?  Anyway... When Fin spotted the white male wading in their waters, her guard went up immediately and she stalked forward to give him a piece of her mind.  For whatever reason.

"Who the hell are you?" Fin barked at him from the shore, her eyes narrowed, head and tail lifted dominantly.  From his position, she couldn't quite catch Peregrine's scent upon his fur, and thus she assumed he was some outsider blatantly disrespecting their borders and loitering in their lake.