Redhawk Caldera Dude, Don't Even. 《M rated, naughty words used. Maybe.》

Fin had been heading out for the day to do some tracking. The borders of their pack were well marked by now, leaving no room in the mind of any trespasser that these were now claimed lands. They also had risen decently in numbers with the additions of the juvenile and Fox's sister and the other two, whoever they were. So, the Blackthorn felt it was time that they began setting out to new tasks--stocking up on food for the Winter. And in order to do that, it was time for them to start mapping out the movements of the herds nearby and learning more about the food sources that were available to them in this new territory.

The faint sounds of someone laughing and cursing and growling nearby caused the gamma to momentarily pause. She turned to look off in the direction the sound was coming from, curiosity pressing her forward until she came within a couple of yards of the grumpy, golden wolf. Her head canted slightly as a single brow quirked. What on earth was he doing?

"Are you being bullied by a tree?" Fin asked after a moment, "Or is it the fruit that's ganging up on you?"