Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

Liffey nearly fell over from leaning so far, but she caught herself and gave her coat a hefty shake. Turning, she peeked at her mom imploringly. Fin gave her a glance and stifled a smile at the little face. Shifting her gaze back to their packmate, Finley listened as he explained why he spoke like a 60-year-old butler. Her head tilted slightly with curiosity over the whole "studied language" thing, but she decided it was easier to just let it go since he seemed to be taking to calling her by her name now.

"Well then," Fin responded, settling somewhat, "This is my daughter, Liffey. Seems she'd like to meet you, but I will feed your own ass to you if you try anything funny." She quirked a brow at the stranger as Liffey turned back to look at Trick with the widest of smiles, completely unaware that a threat had been given at all.