Redhawk Caldera ridikolus.

@Gannet :D Only took me... a month?

After the fourth morning in a row of waking the pack up with the sounds of her noisily vomiting in the bushes, Fin was feeling pretty darn certain that she was pregnant. Three weeks ago, she would have been overjoyed at this discovery. But three weeks ago, she was feeling fit and healthy and happy. Now that her stomach was constantly rolling around inside of her making her feel like absolute shit, the realization was not unwelcome, but not as exciting as it could have been.

That afternoon found Finley flopped along the shores of the Caldera's lake. She'd come to rehydrate herself after a late morning of dry heaving and was now lying there like a lifeless sack of sick. The day was bright and calm and warm, which put her in a lazy mood, thus making her particularly useless when paired with her already not feeling well. Her mind, however, was kept busy as she contemplated how strange it was so feel so physically empty while knowing there were somehow puppies inside of her. Unless she'd puked them out.