Redhawk Caldera so please don't get me rescued.

He hadn't really expected her to know what was happening with her body; the terror in her expression was enough to tell him that she was as clueless as he was. Panic gripped his throat, making it hard to breathe as he tried to decide what to do. Finley panted and licked at her stomach worriedly as he deliberated, knowing that each second that ticked past could only make things worse.

There was no healer in the pack, and he was loathe to leave her side anyway. He cursed himself inwardly for not learning more about medicine, then even went so far as to blame Ashton -- for disappearing all those months ago without a word. "Damn it," he whispered, then leaned down and began to clean Finley's fur with his tongue.

"Just try and relax for a minute," he said, his ears moving forward and back uncertainly on his head. "Should we...should I call for someone?" he then asked, pausing in his licking to meet Finley's gaze.