Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

Finley walked out of the den and stared at Towhee.

© Kat 2018

But prior to that.

The boys had finally fallen asleep after what seemed like hours of endless squeaking and squirming. Finley loved them dearly - their teeny little ears and their teeny little waggling tongues and twitchy noses and toes and oh my goodness they were so wonderful - But dear god why couldn't they sleep more. She was eager for that wonderful day that she knew was coming in the future when she would forget how exhausting it was to care for newborns and would be filled with only affection and eager thoughts towards the next litter. But for now, she was at that stage where she was not ever letting Elwood near her nethers again. Ever.

But they were super cute.

All that's to say that Fin was less than pleased at Towhee's arrival. She gave Elwood a pitiful, mournful look as he stood to answer - begging wordlessly that he just sub in for both of them. He didn't catch her look though, or he ignored it, so she had little choice but to pursue him. She stood and stepped past her children, taking care not to awaken either of the boys. Finally, (see first line of post).