Redhawk Caldera Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

The words had barely left Finley's mouth before Wildfire readily pressed her cheek against her aunt's rounded middle. She didn't know what she expected, exactly, but nothing happened for several moments. Then she felt the slightest fluttering. Wildfire's already wide eyes flew even wider. She mashed her cheek even harder against Finley's abdomen, though the twitching in there had stopped.

Without removing her face from her aunt's flank—she didn't want to miss it if it happened again—the child asked, "How did they get in there, Aunt Flea?" Before the Beta female could answer that, something even more pressing occurred to her. "How do they get out?" And, for that matter, what in the world were they doing in there in the first place?! She had so many questions.