Redhawk Caldera prize of the century

Dropping this in :)

Finley was being lazy that day. There were puppies to feed, puppies to mentor, and even puppies to make, but the Blackthorn wasn't feeling up to it. She was far more interested in her current pastime; being sprawled out in the grass like a useless piece of crap. Useless, but oddly content considering the life-altering, stress-inducing decision she had come to only a few days prior.  It was an unexpected feeling, but one she was not about to pass up and ruin by hunting or something equally taxing.

She was actually snoring like the delicate flower she was when her mate and son were on the approach. Being asleep, she was completely unaware of their presence, otherwise she would've stopped imitating a wild boar and wiped some of the drool that was slipping out of the corner of her mouth. But that was one of the wonderful things about living with them - they'd already seen this sight at least a dozen times before.