Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

Fin felt sluggish as she roused herself and answered the call of the apparently desperate but not-at-all-picky alpha as he summoned a bundle of his subordinates to him. She felt like she was coming down from a high now that her hormones were beginning to settle. While panic at the thought that in spite of endless humping, Elwood had not managed to impregnate her in time threatened to ensue, the Blackthorn did find herself a bit relieved that her body was willing to allow her to return to her regularly scheduled crazy rather than this insatiable mega-crazy for peen monster she'd been the past week. It was likely also to be a relief to the alpha she would soon be seeing again. Certainly Peregrine had not been overly pleased to lose both of his beta wolves to puppy-making so soon after breaking his leg. Whoopsies.

The Blackthorn had become aware of the buzzing as she made her way to the rendezvous site. For a moment, she'd thought that it had just been her ears. But as the grasshopper-like vermin began to appear in the air before her like large bits of dandelion fluff, she recognized that something odd was happening outside of her brain (for once). She wasn't particularly concerned, but still when she arrived at her alpha's side, she fixed him with a somewhat wierded-out expression.

"This is normal, right?" she asked as she dropped to her haunches next to him, taking care not to plant her bum right on top of one of the insects, "Like. This happens here every five years or something and is not at all bizarre or kind of gross?" She eyed Ferret as he snapped them up, cringing slightly at the crunch they made between his teeth.