Redhawk Caldera there'll be peace when you are done.

Wanna fade? :)  

Finley nodded to Nightjar's question - the only answer she really gave. Her son's ascension to the gamma rank had not really been one motivated by strength of any physical sort. Lagan was loyal, well-liked and dependable. He had a longer, uninterrupted tenure with the pack than any other currently in their ranks besides Raven, who had no aspirations for leadership anyway. His status came to him much in the way that Fin's had - they hadn't had to fight for respect; they had simply had it. To Fin, Lagan was strong because he was alive and talented. She'd never even considered how he would hold up in a fight.

It was probably one of many, many mistakes that would be shuffled into the laundry list of them without Fin's awareness. She gave her coat a brief shake as someone inside began bitching about the lack of hydration, and Fin looked to Nightjar and asked, "Hey, how about we wander toward the lake for a drink and you tell me about your adventures?"