Redhawk Caldera a chance lasts a finite time.

Fin was busy glaring at the first male to notice the second one approach. She wasn't very pleased at being told to chill, but held her tongue as he attempted to placate her. She rolled her eyes at him, even though he was yet again doing exactly as she asked him. Women, am I right?

It was then that she noticed the older wolf approaching respectfully, and it somehow helped her to remember herself. She glanced back at the jerkface guy and gave him one last glare before letting him off the hook. "Just make sure to straighten up your act," she warned him, a little glint of her humor returning to her, "I almost had to kill you and feed you to that guy over there. Can you imagine how awkward that would've been for him?" Being fed a packmate? Man. How uncomfortable.