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

omg I feel like @Eljay needs to show up so we can make this an impromptu multi-generational sex ed class

Finley listened as her call echoed across the plains and faded into nothing. This new development had distracted her completely from her worrying over Titmouse and instead filled her mind with thoughts of the future. They had hesitated to try for a third litter earlier that year. Her time had come so soon after the terrible Winter they'd had when life was just getting back to normal. The firebirds had been so young and so much attention was needed to them and to the pack as a whole. The latter was the only fact that was still true, but it was hard to let this hold her back from conceiving in the wake of deciding to become a mentor to their future generations and dedicating herself to the survival and prosperity of the Caldera. Those things required babies, and her body had decided it was baby time so.... Hurry up, Twig.

The alpha spun when she sensed the approach of one of her wolves. She knew before even looking that it was not Elwood - the steps sounded too light. Still, she was unprepared for her gaze to land on Phox's happy face while her mind was in a very adult place in that moment. She blinked at him, uncertain what to do and her mind too addled to be of any use to her. "Heyyyyy kid," she said finally, mirroring his grin but with tightened lines, "What're you.. how's.... heyyyyyy."

The bizarre words had barely begun to slip from her tongue when the wind brought her news of Elwood's approach. Phox was momentarily forgotten as she watched him striding toward her with particular interest. She was considering pouncing on him once he came near enough, but was drawn by the shift of his gaze back down to their godson and immediately was sobered. She gave her mate a really, Elwood? frown over Phox's head, recognizing the look on his face and answering with one of her own. It shifted then to one that told of the anxious what do we do? feeling that was building in her chest.

When Lagan wandered into the scene, Finley still had no idea what to do, but had at least decided she was never using such an easily overheard summons for her mate again. If the scene were a cartoon, she would have melted into a puddle at her feet from the horror of her youngest son asking her that question. She gaped at Lagan with widened eyes like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before looking at Elwood again with an expression that clearly said she was going to make a run for it if he didn't do something here soon.