Redhawk Caldera a chance lasts a finite time.

I'm gonna tack on a quick ending to this since it's a little outdated and Amon is no longer with us ): Will, just tag me in something if you wanna have a new one! <3

The pair of men took eagerly to the carcass while Finley looked on. Not being hungry herself, she didn't partake, instead just watched their backs to make sure nothing even bigger than them tried to sneak up and steal it for themselves. She had little expectations that something would happen, but there wasn't much else to do while the two were eating. In fact, had she not needed to stick around to stash the rest of the carcass, she might have just left them to it. But, gamekeeping required her to remain, so she did.

"So what're your stories?" Fin asked as she flopped over and sprawled out in the snow. It should have occurred to her that while they were eating was a rather inconvenient time for them to be talking about their histories, but she was bored and needed entertained. "Where you from, what you doing here?" she explained, "What's your favorite color?" A little grin played upon her muzzle, but otherwise she just laid there with her head upon the snow.

The boys took turns answering and the conversation flowed from there until their bellies were full and their brains were tired and they all passed out or something the end!