Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

Winter was making more and more of a statement upon the land with each passing day. And it was a damn good thing too because things sure looked bleak as hell without the snow to cover up the dry grass and empty trees. Fin sat quietly upon the ridge that stretched alongside her den, gazing out across the snowy hills that stretched along and down towards the Caldera. It was peaceful, quiet, and truly a lovely sight...

...And frickin' BORING AS HELL.

The beta allowed a frustrated growl to rumble free of her chest as she flopped over onto her side into the fluffy white snow, sending little clouds of crystal up into a flurry all around her. She laid still for a few minutes, then began to wriggle about to make a little cocoon in the snow that she could burrow into. A thought was in the Blackthorn's head that if she rolled over onto her back so that only her white belly and paws were exposed, she'd blend in perfectly. So then... no one would find her... and she could continue to be bored and go stir crazy on her own...

Fin flipped back over onto her belly with another growl, staring out across the snow with a little pout upon her face. "Noooo fun, noooo fun, staring at the snooowwww..." she sang softly to herself as she stared.