Redhawk Caldera slow motion daylight.

Being a cripple had many, many, many disadvantages. The only good thing about it actually seemed to be the fact that she could hide in her den and sleep however long she wanted to. At the same token, she was Finley Blackthorn. She could sleep a full 45 minutes a night and be up and ready for a full day of bear-baiting and cliff-diving. So, her one plus was barely significant. Even more so, this all just sucked.

But, Finley was determined. Boredom did not suit the Blackthorn at all, so her entire morning had been spent in action. A sad, rather boring action, but it promised to ensure.... Well, probably even more long hours of boredom. BUT! Eventually, it might be exciting. For a second. And she'd be helping her pack out, and Finley did like feeling significant.

The hours that passed found Finley crouched upon the top of the ridge that stretched nearby her den, peeking over the ledge at a pile of acorns that she'd collected and meticulously placed below. Any moment now, a squirrel or a mouse or something would creep by for a bite, and then... Then Fin would have something to add to the cache!

.....being a cripple did not suit her.