Redhawk Caldera In screaming color

OOC: I'm trying to get to 100 posts by Saturday! That'll be a month since I joined. :D Almost there...!

IC: Had Elwood been able to hear Finley's inward monologue, he would have agreed that she was awesome. He had already formulated this opinion on his own, however, and each comment she made or action she took only continued to strengthen this idea. She teased that she had no idea how the pack had managed to survive during her brief absence, and the Epsilon shrugged his shoulders (while still maintaining his ridiculous posture). "Truthfully, the place was in ruins without you," he admitted, as though the caldera had been reduced to a smoldering pile of debris without Finley around.

When she pointed out that he looked as though his neck was going to snap, he only thrust his chin up higher into the air. He looked down at her through half-lidded eyes and drew his paws up to his chest as he marched, only adding to the absurdity of his pose. It didn't last for long, however, as Finley suddenly leaped up toward him. There was a soft click and he felt her teeth close gently around his ear.

She certainly succeeded in breaking his stride, as he paused and gave her a playful glare. "Hey," he said indignantly, "that hurt." He reached out to deliver a well-aimed cuff to her head with his paw. It seemed like the only troublemaker he would intercept on the borders today was the Beta.