Moonspear we're gonna die young.

Maybe I go ahead and mark this 'mature' for language >__>

The woman didn't leave.  Instead, she stayed and poked more fun at the injured beta, which caused Finley to shoot her an irritable glare.  In any other circumstance, Finley may actually have enjoyed the stranger's wit.  Bloody and bruised and a face full of porcupine quills, though, the Blackthorn wasn't in so good of a humor to be able to appreciate the clever wordplay.

"You're also not the one with a shit ton of needles stabbed into your fucking face," Fin snapped when the stranger decided to complain about how she had been woken on top of chiding her for her testy mood, "So feel free to get the fuck over it."  "Testy" didn't even begin to describe it.  After the initial shock of fear and panic, Finley got over it and went straight to determined, stubborn, and mostly just super pissed off.

With another grunt, she pushed herself up even further and slung her back legs beneath her.  Favoring her not-so-fracture back leg, she hobbled forward an inch or so on three legs.  She did her best to ignore the other wolf, hating the fact that she was still there to gawk at Fin while she was so vulnerable - Not to mention probably looking stupid as hell.