Redhawk Caldera Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

The sight of her Twig coming home from his playdate with Peregrine, limping and bruised was burned into Finley's mind. She was actually rather bitter that they had killed the thing without her. She wanted to personally rip the cat to pieces, but the most she'd been able to do was very angrily munch on its flesh. Not nearly satisfying enough for the feisty Blackthorn. She wanted to kill something.

Peregrine's call to hunt could not have come at a better time. After another night of ..um... licking Elwood's wounds, Fin was exhausted. Yet, the moment his howl touched her ears, she was up and running. When she arrived, she was pleased to see her fellow beta was already there. Elwood was the first to speak - a question on his tongue that hadn't even crossed Fin's mind. Since their little pack bonding session, Fin had been going out of her way to avoid the traitorous gamma, both in conversation and in the literal sense. It hadn't occurred to her that the reason it had been going so well was because Somnia was no longer amongst them...