Moonspear we're gonna die young.

Fin was surprised - no, more like shocked - when the female gave a heavy sigh and finally agreed.  Her brows lifted in surprise, but furrowed slowly as suspicion crept back in.  Any second, she would tell her she was just fucking with her and that she wouldn't be going anywhere near the Caldera, and then she'd leave Finley to die.  
Even when the woman told her to wait, insisting that she knew where to go, Fin was still skeptical.  Her heart longed to believe her, to thank her and urge her to hurry.  She said nothing, though.  Instead, she laid very still for a long while until the first reaches of dawn began to stretch out from the horizon.  Fin knew she couldn't stay there.  She'd waste away and die if she allowed herself to remain stationary for too long.  Trusting that her packmates would know how to track her down if they caught her scent in this place, Fin forced herself on, clinging desperately to what little hope she felt.