Deceit, at its Best

All that had gone on the past few days with the forming of the new pack at the Caldera had distracted Fin completely from her mission to find Adair. Her worry for him had been replaced with worry for how long the herds typically lingered around the massive lake at their flank, where would be the best places to form caches for the Winter, where in the Caldera could she find herbs and remedies to begin stockpiling since she seemed to be the only wolf amongst them that knew anything about medicine (which was truly frightening and hopefully everyone in the pack was sufficiently wary). There was so much for the budding new pack to do, and now with Lasher gone, they were down to only four wolves to bear the many, many tasks required to be done if they were going to survive until Spring.

Others would be nervous; Finley was absolutely flourishing under the pressure.

Nothing inspired the young Blackthorn more than danger. Adrenaline had always been her fuel of choice and nothing got it pumping through her veins like life or death situations. Redhawk Caldera was not in that dire of a predicament, but Fin knew that if they didn't work their very hardest now, they would be. So, instead of doing any of those things I previously listed that needed to be done, Fin was contributing to the pack's future by searching for recruits.

Her journey brought her to the borders of a very dark wood, one that she had never before realized was claimed by a wolf pack. She hadn't been there in quite some time, however--not since she'd first come to the Teekon Wilds. She wondered vaguely how long it had been there, and how devoted the members of the pack were to this creepy-as-hell forest. After a moment or two, lingering a few yards away from their borders, she decided that she didn't really want to know. Whoever would choose this place to live in probably was not the kind of wolf the Caldera really needed.

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