Redhawk Caldera no sunlight, no sunlight anymore.

Missed yew so many moar!!!!!!

Finley was far away when her mate approached.  She didn't even notice he had arrived until he had stopped in front of her.  His voice caused her to start lightly and she gazed at him with surprised, widened eyes.  "Oh! Hi," she greeted him, shaking her head lightly and forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.  She pondered his question and went right to the generic response she always employed when questioned. "I'm fine," she said, instinctively turning her muzzle down and aside to try and subtly hide her scarred visage from view.

She was quiet for a moment, feeling awkward.  She had been home for a while now and most of that time had been spent in Elwood's company, and yet she felt as though they hadn't actually spoken since she'd returned.  It was bizarre feeling this way.  He was her mate, her best friend, the father of her child.  And yet talking to him felt more like talking to a business partner than a lover as of late.  "Have a good hunt?" she asked, glancing backwards at him with her face still nonchalantly turned.