Redhawk Caldera i may be crazy, don't mind me.

The news of Titmouse's disappearance had been a blow. She'd thought perhaps what had happened with Liffey would lessen the hurt of losing another, but she had apparently been incorrect. Perhaps it would have been easier had Titmouse chosen to leave. But no, they had lost him. The only upside was that they had found scents suggesting that he had gone with Liffey, wherever she was headed. But even that wasn't exactly the best scenario for him considering Liffey's obvious dislike of her cousin's...

The other firebirds seemed to be coping in their own way. Orca was sad, Towhee was angry, Phox fell somewhere in between (I assume). Finley hated the thought of them suffering, and also of them having any ill-feelings towards their brother for what had happened. It wasn't Titmouse's fault, nor was it Lagan's. She blamed herself, but in truth it was an accident that none could have foreseen. All they could do now was search and hope they either found him or that Liffey would bring him home soon. Or at the very least, pray that he was safe and happy, wherever they were.

The alpha paced along the borders, feeling restless. In her younger years, it was a mood that had often lead to her picking a fight with something bigger and angrier than herself. These days, it was an aggression she usually worked out by hunting or getting plowed by her mate. The latter actually was an intriguing thought, now that it came to it.

A very pleasing one.

Finley felt her mood shift in an instant away from angry and straight to playful and seductive and in that moment, for the first time ever... Finley came to realize all on her own that she was in heat again.

Surprised by this revelation (and I must say mighty proud of herself for finally achieving such a level of self-awareness), she turned her muzzle skyward and called for @Elwood to attend her.