Redhawk Caldera you seem like kind of a maserati.

Finley didn't lift her head at the sound of approaching paws. She knew that it was Elwood. She did slide her muzzle across the ground so that her nose was pointing towards him as he entered so that he could see the smile that stretched lazily across her face. Her tail bounced tiredly against the ground at her haunches in spite of her weariness, but otherwise the pair of squirming brothers at her side claimed a majority of the show of energy in the den at that point.

"We have toes and ears and noses," she told him before wincing slightly, "And freakin' raptor jaws." They were hungry little beasts, jeepers. There were voices outside of the den that brushed against her attention, but for now she ignored them and looked expectantly at Elwood, inviting daddy closer to say hi to his new little boys.