Redhawk Caldera PACK HUNT — Turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

Fin knew that she'd be completely useless to her packmates, and yet when Peregrine sounded the call for his wolves to join him to hunt, the silver mockingbird simply couldn't help herself. She hadn't been too far when he called, and so even with her limpy gait, she managed to approach the scene in time to spot her packmates converging in the distance as they began to scout around the large herd.

Finley's tail wagged excitedly at the sight, the pull to join them great within her chest. She restrained herself, however, and merely strode down the ridge to tail the herd at an easy canter. She arced away from the hunting party to set her pace towards the opposite edge of the herd, remaining out of sight and scent so that she didn't ruin the opportunity at hand. The Blackthorn still had no intention of actually joining the fray, but she at least could keep pace and perhaps even offer her assistance in herding their potential dinner in the right direction, if she saw the need.