Blacktail Deer Plateau I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs

Fin hadn't thought at the time that it had been a bad idea not to go to the meeting that Dante called together. She'd heard his voice on the wind, summoning the wolves within his borders to gather. She hadn't given it too much thought except to be curious as to what it was about, though when Junior and Blue had left, she hadn't moved to join them. She was not of this pack anymore, despite their status as "sister packs". So, Fin came to the assumption that it would rather have felt like spying if she went, so she continued to gnaw upon the thick stick she'd dragged in to ease some of her frustrations at being couped up so long.

When Junior suddenly made a rather loud and obnoxious appearance, Finley almost swallowed a few splinters whole. She tightened her teeth around her stook and looked up at the girl, bewildered as the rush of vicious words came spitting out of her mouth, accompanied by one last low blow--an actual low blow.

Fin emitted a low warning growl, her eyes narrowed briefly at Junior. She wasn't one to pull rank, nor was this wolf of her pack where she really could, but even such blatant disrespect failed to go unnoticed by the Blackthorn. The moment was brief, and soon she was back to staring quizzically at the youth. "What are you talking about?" she asked, "And also--Rude."