Redhawk Caldera there'll be peace when you are done.

Fin quirked a brow as Nightjar explained to her that she was gaining weight because she was pregnant. She'd forgotten about this bit of his personality that had always mystified her. Actually, the fact that none of Peregrine's children had inherited his delightfully filthy sense of humor had always surprised and saddened her. She suspected the closest she was going to get would be Towhee, and suddenly she realized why it was that the youngest of the firebirds felt the most like a friend rather than a daughter. How funny...

What was happening? Her opportunity to explain her joke had passed, but Finley let it go without concern. She didn't care much of Nightjar thought she was an idiot. She didn't particularly care what anyone thought of her, really. She did, however, care about her kids, and so she answered him with a thoughtful glance to her stomach and a smile, "They feel strong; They're always moving around in there. I'm pretty sure they'll come out wrestling with each other. My last litter was the same and all three were champions." She realized with a pang that she couldn't say the same for her first litter, but the fact that Eljay had made it into the world alive had been a miracle. With another pang, she realized she couldn't confirm that all three of her second litter were champions still, though she had faith that Lucy was out there somewhere, kicking ass just like her littermates.