Redhawk Caldera You just put your lips together and blow

How about a psychotic godmother? :p

It seemed that whatever bug Finley had been afflicted with had finally passed.  She would have been quite pleased with it were it not for the fact that she was now insanely hungry from having barely eaten the past couple of weeks.  After spending a couple of hours attempting to hunt down some fresh meat for herself, the beta finally gave up and decided to raid one of their caches.  She was far too impatient due to her hunger to manage to bring down any game on her own.  The moment she spotted something, she went barrelling straight towards it.  Fin was vaguely aware that she wasn't usually this bad at hunting, but that hardly mattered to her at that moment.  She just wanted some damn food.

As the platinum-furred Blackthorn came upon the warrens, her interest was piqued as she caught sight of Magpie and Wildfire, apparently in the middle of a hunting lesson.  Eagerly, she looked to the older girl to see if was about to catch anything that Fin could budge in on.  As she was closing the final few yards between herself and her packmates, Wildfire suddenly called out, causing Fin to pause.  Her gaze followed that of Magpie and her little god daughter to land upon the coyote, creeping up on one of their caches.
Finley's eyes widened as the hair along her spine bristled.  It was going after her food.  FOOD.  PROTECT THE FOOD.

With a snarl, the warrior charged past her packmates, launching herself at the son-of-a-bitch that dared threaten their stocks.  She'd show that asshat.  She'd kill it!  And eat it!  HUNGRY.