Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

Shall I suffice? o:

Dante's rise to leadership was a happy occasion in the eyes of the silver mockingbird. She liked the man well, even though she had nearly gotten him killed when they first met. But that could be said of many of Finley's first encounters, so she looked back on it with only a fond chuckle at how silly the misunderstanding had been. She hadn't had the opportunity to congratulate him herself, and unfortunately, that happy occasion was probably still a few days in the works for there was something far more pressing on the Blackthorn's mind.

She was frickin' hungry.

Their latest failed hunt had put Fin in a rather sour mood. Hunger and weariness were the two things that were ever sure to make her a less than chipper version of herself. And as she trudged doggedly across the Plateau, there could be no other way to describe the overall impression she gave besides grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

It was in this mood that she came upon Lasher. She spotted him a ways off as she wandered aimlessly, hoping to come across something small and alive that she could kill. Part of her knew it was probably better to avoid him, considering her current mood. But her curiosity overtook her good sense and she approached him, unable to deny her interest in spending some time with this fellow.

"Hey," she barked as she sidled up alongside him, "Can I eat you?" A small smile flickered across her muzzle to let him know she was only kidding. She assumed he had to have some sense of humor similar to Peregrine's, considering all then gay sex and whatnot.