Redhawk Caldera comeback story of a lifetime.

*attempts to catch a wild @Fox*

Fin hadn't taken Eljay out yet.  She hadn't even brought it up to him yet, even though Elwood had given his (begrudging) blessing.  It wasn't that she didn't want to go through with it; she very much wanted to go.  But part of her was quite reluctant to even suggest it to her son.  She never quite knew what to expect from him.  He might be quiet and sulky, but agree even though he didn't really want to.  He might have a complete meltdown and throw the biggest temper tantrum yet.  Or.. he might agree.  He might even be excited.

But probably not... Fin sighed as she trudged along the outer slopes of the Caldera.  Her nose was lowered towards the ground as she moved.  Periodically she would stop and stuff it into the snow to inspect a certain scent a little further.  But, soon enough, she would move on and the process would repeat itself.  She wasn't exactly hunting, but she wouldn't just not give chase to something if she happened to find it.  Mostly she was just trying to distract herself from the nagging inner monologue that kept running through what the conversation with her son was going to be like when she finally got the guts to start it.