Redhawk Caldera ridikolus.

Finley had not spent much time before with Gannet. She knew he had been close with Liffey, which had always amused her because she had so rarely even heard them speaking with each other. She had always liked him because of his quiet nature, and for giving her daughter a devoted friend. But they'd never really spoken much before now - if you could call this speaking much, which it kind of was for him.

"I'm not totally sure," Fin replied thoughtfully between bites, "They sure don't seem to at the beginning. In a few weeks though, I'll be able to eat an entire herd of deer and still feel like I'm starving. It's all very strange." And she really did think that. It was her third pregnancy now and while she was getting ued to the process, every step still seemed weird to her - including the part where she was growing wolves in her stomach.