Redhawk Caldera I made a deal with the man on the moon

Fin was nearly prancing as they tracked the bear-cat. She had always loved hunting ever since she was a little puppy, even though she had never really hunted the things she was supposed to. Even as a child, while her parents were showing her brothers and sisters how to hunt rabbits and squirrels, she was off tracking foxes and weasels - animals that would have gladly made a meal out of the runty little baby Blackthorn. After the stress she'd put her parents through, it was a wonder they ever even touched each other again for fear of making another mini hellion like Finley.

The pair of betas spent a good chunk of time hunting before Finley finally felt as though they were coming very close to locating their quarry. Her ears swiveled backwards as Elwood called out to her, which she decided to answer with a sly grin that she shot over her shoulder at him. She cantered forward, continuing along the path the bear-cat had left ('cause there was now no doubt in her mind that they really were on the trail of this fabled creature), finally coming to a tall ridge and stopping upon the edge to look down.

"Aww.. crap..." Fin moaned as she looked down at the pile of animal crumbled upon the ground below. It wasn't a bear-cat, but it looked like it had been some type of cat. Too small for a mountain lion, so likely a bobcat or a lynx. Whatever the case, its broken, old body was half covered in snow with chunks of flesh torn out of it by some other, larger carnivore. Fin's shoulders slumped as she plopped down onto her haunches and looked over at Elwood mournfully. "Looks like someone got to it first..." she commented bitterly.