Redhawk Caldera maybe we can live with our sins.

Finley awoke with the sun in her eyes and an unseasonably warm breeze threading along her spine. She rolled onto her stomach and stretched her arms out before her, groaning as her muscles whimpered in pain. She hadn't broken any bones in her manic attempt at escape, but she had definitely bruised her sides, not to mention cut her shoulder, cheek and paws pretty good. It was nothing serious, fortunately. A few days rest and she was up and at it again, slightly limpy, a little hurty, but otherwise just happy as fuck to be free from that god awful cave.

The alpha pulled herself onto all fours with only the slightest bit of struggle and began to move towards a stream she knew of nearby. After slaking her thirst, her eyes moved Westward along the water's snaking path. On a whim, she began to follow it, her mind wandering back to a few old memories she had of this particular stream. There was a nice, flat rock a little ways ahead that was a favorite of hers, and she had it in her head to do some more laying around in the sun that afternoon.