Redhawk Caldera my rodeo romeo.

Fin could tell that Elwood was taken aback by her question, and as he moved away, she found herself worried that she had accidentally stumbled upon a sore subject.  Biting her lip, she rolled back onto her stomach and leaned against his side.  She arched her neck so that she could peer up at his face as he responded, resting her chin gently upon his elbow.  It wasn't a great view - really, only the bottom of muzzle and the side of his cheek could be seen from her vantage point - but even that couple with the feet of his elbow fur upon her throat was enough for her.


"I dunno," Fin answered honestly, "I just wondered.  You don't talk too much about your family."  She herself had spent a pretty fair amount of time telling stories of her wild past - trying to steal eggs from nesting gaggles of geese when she was barely two months old; the day she'd brought home a baby badger and caused her parents to have simultaneous heart attacks; the time she somehow managed to get herself stuck out on a rock in the very center of a wildly rushing river, giggling with amusement while her older packmates darted frantically back and forth upon the shore.