Redhawk Caldera The hanging tree

MINE MINE MINE

She missed him. As much as it pissed her off, she missed his stupid face and his stupid smile and his stupid stupidness. And MAN did it piss her off. She wanted to rage around the Caldera and throw rocks and rip out trees and awaken the dormant volcano that had created the whole place--No no, BECOME the volcano! YES, BE THE VOLCANO YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORL.D.

But. She was a wolf. And not a volcano. And not nearly strong enough to throw trees around, although maybe she could manage a rock or two. And so, Finley did what any temperamental female would do--she stomped around and grumbled.

The den Peregrine had set her up in was one that was not too far from the borders, so even in her gimpy state, she reached them before a full hour(s) had passed. An intriguing sound touched her ears when finally she looked out across the plains that surrounded their home--a sound that reminded her very much of her alpha's. Fin turned, curious, and began to follow her ears.

When she found Peregrine, he was in the middle of..... Yeah, she didn't even know. She crept up around him, searching for his face with canted head and quirked brow. "Perry...?" Fin said gently, curiosity lilting her voice.