Redhawk Caldera [m] Kamikaze

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Finley's body had not been a huge fan of her wrestling match with the starved coyote.  One, it just plain ached far more than she ever remembered it hurting after a fight.  Two, the cut just above her shoulder that the little bastard had inflicted stung with each step she took - not surprising, but still quite irritating as it was really little more to her than a scratch.  In spite of all that though, Fin was thoroughly done with her body slowing her down.  Especially after that week or so she'd spent holed up in her den, puking herself stupid, there was nothing that would stop the fierce little woman from going about her duties.

The beta had just been burying the ragged carcass of a raccoon that she'd stolen from a gaggle of carrion birds when she heard the sounds of excitement coming from the Redleaf Disarinno residence.  She'd paid it no mind as it wasn't entirely unusual.  When a voice she had not heard in quite a while rose upon the wind, her mind snapped right to attention.  Finley's eyes narrowed as a growl rumbled gently from her chest, the scars across her back tingling as though even they remembered the way the bitch had kicked her out of the Plateau when she had barely healed enough to move.

Junior.

A protective instinct rose in Finley that she knew Peregrine would have likely chided her for.  He still carried affection in his heart for the bitchy daughters he'd left behind, but while Fin could maybe consider the pale, rust-edged Saena with neutrality, she could never be convinced that his black-furred child was not a threat.  And so, the beta made a quick job of finishing up with the cache before making a hasty trek to her godchildren.

I can't really even say what moment it was that Fin spotted the little family conversing with the black demon child, nor when it was she realized that something was terribly wrong.  I'm not sure when she started running or even at what point in the attack Junior was when Finley reached them.  All I know is that there was fury in her throat as she launched herself at the female, heedless of what other packmates might have been in her way or already on her.  It was already enough that Fin had a grudge to settle with the yearling, but now the Blackthorn was hungry for the blood of the bitch that had dared lay a claw upon her babies, blood that she had already begun to taste as her jaws snapped viciously closed on the side of Junior's neck.