Heron Lake Plateau how many people have to pretend to die.

Holy shit. Was she actually going to do it again?

Fin tightened her lips in an attempt to keep from laughing as Niamh awkwardly agreed and repositioned herself for another go at the hawk. It was clear she didn't really want to make a second attempt, which simply delighted her even more. It was not lost on her that the blonde female was now higher ranking than she was and yet she was going out of her way to make a good impression. Truth be told, Fin had never really considered herself ranked lower than even Quixote. She and Elwood were still the most respected and highest ranked in the pack in her mind. They had simply shifted the responsibility that typically went with that rank off on the youths. But that was a thought just for her brain, not to be shared with others. So uh. Pretend you didn't read that.

"Uhh.. Seriously?" Fin replied, quirking a brow dramatically, "What could you possibly hunt down that's more filling and satisfying than a field mouse?" She did her best to sound serious in spite of the absurdity of her comment, and the heavy drama to her tone and expression. She didn't really want Niamh to catch on yet, but she also found it all the more amusing if she didn't in spite of how obvious Fin was being about it.