Redhawk Caldera five, six, seven, eight!

COME TO ME BABIES

"Follow me, my legion of brats!" Finley cried out as she burst out of the Redleaf-Disarinno den and pranced forward a few feet.  She stopped just after her first forward march to see if her army truly was behind her.  She had no doubt that @Wildfire would be there - the little cinder-pelted lady was always up for an adventure with her godmother.  Whether or not @Nightjar or @Raven would join her remained to be seen, however.  They were a little more.. what was word.. Reserved?  Cautious?  Intelligent?  Whatever the adjective, they were more that than to just shoot forward recklessly into one of Fin's outdoor adventures - likely they would rather stay safely in their mother's more sensible arms.  But then again, Aunt Fin was pretty flippin' sweet - who could resist?


It wasn't as though she was taking them all too far, in truth.  The kids were still too young to move away from the den, even though she knew that day would soon be at hand (or paw?).  Or maybe not.  She didn't know.  Paying attention to important stuff was hard.  She was too busy enjoying her life.  She had a wonderful supportive pack, a wonderful supportive... mate-like but not really a mate type thing boy, awesome alphas, and their super amusing kids that made her life feel so full and happy and complete.  She wanted for nothing... Except for these kids to hurry to crap up so Aunt Finley could get them into trouble and then blame it on their wild, childish instincts, which she had nothing to do with, obviously.