Redhawk Caldera you've got to lose to know how to win.

Fin watched her son closely in the first few minutes after his birth.  He seemed unable to find her teat, or was it just uninterested?  She had put him as close to her as she could, so nervously she waited for him to latch on.  When finally he did, she allowed herself to breathe again.  He was going to be alright.  He was officially safe, and she was officially... really weirded out by what he was doing.  But also strangely content with it.  Good god this was all so weird and wonderful and weird again, but so so so so great.  It was no wonder Fin's cheeks were covered in tears while her expression kept shifting from joy to awkward to scared and back again for another round like a damn lunatic.

Her ears perked when finally she noticed her mate's whining from just outside the den.  A faint grin slipped across her muzzle as she chuffed lightly to him, inviting him in at last.  She didn't even pick up her head but she watched his every move and expression, not wanting to miss a second of it.  "I forgot that this makes you a Senior now," she teased softly, "You're an old guy."