Redhawk Caldera Things things things

I'm gonna pretend Fin's in the den but asleep and if Stevie has a problem with it, she can SEND ME A BAG OF DICKS in the mail.

Raven glanced at Finley, taking a much-needed nap in the far corner of the den, then looked at Eljay and nodded. She seriously doubted the new Alphas would have qualms with their son entering the den. Besides, how absurd would it be to bar the pack's only remaining adult from seeing the pups? She frowned even more at that thought, biting back a sigh even as she shifted to make room for the visitor. She positioned herself to afford Eljay the best view of the pups.

"They don't have names yet," she told him, "but this one likes to scream and bite me." She pressed her nose gently to his head (@Titmouse). "This one giggles a lot and it's pretty cute," she added, moving down the line and nudging the future @Towhee. "This one never stops wiggling!" Raven introduced the pup who would one day share his mother's name, at least phonetically (@Phox). "Doesn't this one remind you of a stoat? And this one looks kinda the same but check out these patches by her eyes." Her tongue grazed over the pup who resembled an @Orca. "And lastly but not leastly," she continued, well aware that it wasn't a word, "this little sausage." She tapped the @Oriole lookalike on the butt.