Redhawk Caldera The jig is up, the news is out

Finley.  Had she gotten a name?  If she had, it was as lost as little red's was to the Rivaini.  But the description fit, so she nodded.  How likely was it that there were two small, grey, missing wolves with that sort of stripe?  The younger one seemed ready to dart off without further ado, but her older compadre gave the expected response.  More questions.  She'd have been more annoyed if she hadn't been expecting them.

"Due west, at the base of the mountains.  And I'm no doctor."  She shrugged.  "I just know she probably isn't going anywhere fast."  Her golden eyes locked onto him and she knew if she was going to get anything from this encounter, now was the chance.  As soon as they called, she'd need to make herself scarce.  "Look, maybe you guys could spare something for my trouble?  It was a trip and I didn't really stop to hunt."  She delivered the request in a somewhat offhand manner, but her ears and eyes were sharp for the response.  If they took offense, she'd have to book it out.... though maybe, when they went to retrieve their packmate, she'd have time to take a look around.  Sometimes you had to make your own luck.

But more likely was the fact she'd wind up empty.  Packs weren't quite the suckers lone predators were when it came to snatching spoils.  She wasn't even sure she'd risk it should the opportunity arise.