Redhawk Caldera you teach me and i'll teach you.

Finley glanced up at Raven as the girl returned to the den. She returned the smile, then shook her head lightly as the black wolf laid down and immediately passed out. She could tell that Raven was exhausted already, but she had to commend her resolve. She hadn't run for it yet as another may have considering Finley was there as a fall back. Her niece was likely all too aware that her brothers and sisters wouldn't survive without the milk her body had tricked her into producing, and the Caldera had suffered enough death.

An odd sound filled the den suddenly causing Finley to glance down. One of the dark ones was making weird noises - the picky one that was sensitive to basically everything. Fin cocked her head slightly, studying the girl. "What're you doing, chuckles?" she murmured softly, amused. She was tempted to reach down and nudge her, but remembered all too well how very loud this one could get when... well, Fin hadn't figured out exactly what the trigger was yet. But in any case, it was best to leave her be.

Besides, Screech was beginning to screech again. Fin reached to push the little gray beast over to Raven's stomach. He seemed to know exactly what to do from there, which had always been surprising to her. How did they know? She winced slightly to see the fervor with which the boy clamped down onto his sister. Then winced again to think that the boy was feasting on his sister. But in either case, Crapbag seemed to be placated. Or wait no, he was Screech. Or.. was he?

Six god damn puppies... what a mess... Fin thought to herself as she lifted a paw and laid it gently but firmly on top of Fidget.