Redhawk Caldera you seem like kind of a maserati.

Yayyy!

This was not the first, second, or even third time that Elwood had experienced this. It was the fourth, and while he had eight other children, it was still as nerve wracking as ever when Finley went into labor. He wasn’t surprised when she banished him from the whelping den, and he resigned himself to hours of anxious pacing — but before he knew it, he heard the cries of his newborn children and then the contented silence that indicated that the babies and Finley were all doing just fine.

He paused and poked his nose into the den, ears pressed forward with excitement and heartbeat fluttering in his chest. ”Everything okay in here?” he asked, even as his eyes adjusted to the shadows and his gaze fell on the sight of two tiny puppies suckling at Finley’s side.