Redhawk Caldera bleh bleh bleh

Fin seemed to startle the stranger, but she didn't particularly care. He seemed to recover quickly enough and fit her with a smile that was... weirdly unsettling. She peered curiously at him for a second before offering a smile of her own. She was somewhat reminded of Ashton, but it didn't quite fit. There was something different about the oddness in this one. It was more subtle where Ashton's was like being slapped in the face repeatedly by a stick.

"Finley Blackthorn," she answered when prompted. She didn't bother with the titles or anything - he wouldn't need them. They were wolves, not coworkers, and such titles were established simply by interaction, not pronouncement. Or so she believed, anyway. Truth be told, she rarely behaved much like a wolf in a leadership position, so it probably would've been better to say what she left unsaid.

"You gonna live in that hole or do you have treasure to bury?" she asked conversationally.