Redhawk Caldera This summer's gonna hurt like a motherf***er

Peregrine reassured her that she wasn't useless, which Fin wasn't exactly in the mood to argue with, though she was even less in the mood to believe.  Admittedly, the feisty Blackthorn felt rather cheated even when she hunted an animal that couldn't just as easily kill her as she did it, so she did have rather high standards for what it meant to be "useful".  In the state she was in now, she would have loved to get into a tangle with a mouse.  It would be a pathetic opponent, but it was more than what she was doing now all knocked up and laid up from the knocked up.


Fin smirked at Peregrine's suggestion, but quickly shook her head.  "Nah, I'll need him around if we have a boy," she explained with a wag of her tail, "I figure it'll be easier to explain to baby Elwood that he's named after grown-up Elwood when I have a grown-up Elwood there to reference."