Redhawk Caldera don't stop until your heart goes numb.

Fin took a moment to ponder Elwood's comment. She supposed that Ashton wouldn't really have much of a motive to knock off the alphas... I mean, did he really do anything at all? He was barely even capable of holding thoughts in his head. But maybe that was the key/... "I dunno, does he even need a motive?" Fin asked with a cant of her head, "I mean, he doesn't even know where he is half the time, does he? We could probably trick him into believing he actually did do it with hardly any effort." She... really didn't have a lot of esteem in Ashton's intelligence. Sure he was good with his herbs, which would suggest genius, but.... Come on, have you talked to him?

Elwood seemed much more keen on the Plateau idea, even though Fin saw that as easily the more flawed plan. It was clear that he didn't know the pack as well as Finley did, for she knew very well that the only wolf there who'd cause anyone any harm was actually Peregrine's two daughters. Otherwise, they were all a bunch of positive, happy, friendly ninnies who solved problems with hugs (her memory was clearly beginning to hyperbolize a few things). "Yes, yes..." she said with a devious grin, "We'll blame the Plateau, and then while everyone is waging war against them, we can run off with the babies and raise them far, far away where no one will ever be able to interrupt all the cuddles..."

The plan was so brilliant, she hadn't even noticed the immense mistake she'd just made by suggesting that she wouldn't be the only one to make off with the kiddos to commence eternal cuddletime...