Redhawk Caldera love never wanted me.

For a moment, Fin was confused by his question. Hunt? What hunt? She was about to rat herself out before she remembered that that was the lie she'd given for why she was leaving. "No, no bears. The herd ended up moving into a neighboring pack's territory," Fin lied, not wanting to admit she'd been dishonest, "I did kill a vulture that tried to eat me, though." And she'd forgotten to grab it on the way back too. Dang.

Since she was up, Fin motioned with her muzzle for Elwood to follow along as she wandered a little ways down the slope to the nearby stream where they'd first met. Her throat felt dry and aching for some refreshment. As she walked, she shook her head lightly in response to his comment on the Caldera falling apart without her. Where she usually would have agreed whole-heartedly, Finley wasn't feeling nearly as narcissistic as she usually did. "Nah, you can take my place," she said, "Other than your eyes, no one would ever even be able to tell that I'm gone."