Redhawk Caldera Thanks for all those wide-eyed nights

Finley remained placid during her friend's (last) words. She gave a nod here or there, agreeing to perform all of his final wishes including the ones that made her out to be the bitch that sent him carelessly off to hell. His performance was a solid one, but she wasn't about to give out any Oscars for it. All it warranted from the sole member of the audience was an eye roll and an exaggerated struggle to action.

"You are so dramatic," Fin said as she got to her paws, "And for the record, I could dowse you in all the holy water and have the pope himself come here to suck your balls and you would still be going to Hell, of your own merits." Roles reversed, she would too, for that matter. But that was a fact she left out as she turned and trotted off into the Caldera to find the useless cripple a bite to eat. Because she loved his whiney ass, in spite of the whiney part.