Redhawk Caldera a chance lasts a finite time.

aw shucks *blush*

It didn't take long for another wolf to join Fin in her feast. She hadn't been enormously hungry and so the few swallows of meat she'd managed to get in before the stranger arrived had been enough to satisfy her. Even so, as the male sprang forward, she couldn't help but utter a dominant snarl at him for daring to approach the kill without so much as a whine of submission to the beta.

He seemed to be completely unaware of what he'd done wrong, which caused her to pause, giving him time to address her. She eyed him irritably and lifted her head and tail high. "Clearly," she grumbled, "I'm Finley, the pack's beta. You know you're supposed to treat betas with respect, right? A little bowing and tail tucking often does the trick." She really wasn't sure why she was being so bitchy with him. She had invited everyone to the kill after all. She just hadn't expected anyone to be so.. bold about it.