Redhawk Caldera we're the new face of failure.

Thank you, thank you. I'm very proud of how far I've come x]

Fin glanced backwards and to the side as she heard the familiar sound of an approaching packmate. Her eyes eventually landed on Peregrine, which surprised her a little. It was no secret in the pack that Fox was close to her time. Even if the alpha female hadn't been showing signs, there was no mistaking her mate's recent antics. He'd been charging around the Caldera like a drug addict, stash empty and searching desperately for their dealer. Or like my dog who is just now randomly and inexplicably fascinated by what's behind the christmas tree and is about to knock it down trying to get back there OMG DOG.

Fin slowed a bit so that he could catch up, her ears twisting in his direction as he made a comment. A grin flickered onto her muzzle. "Ew, bleu cheese is disgunsting. Ranch all the way," she retorted even though she was clueless as to what buffalo wings or bleu cheese even was. Or ranch for that matter.