Redhawk Caldera in the midst of sailing ships.

Little Eljay awoke with a high-pitched grunt, wriggling around in place to search up towards her face with twitching nostrils and a bobbing head.  Finley grinned down at him, reaching until she very gently tapped the tip of her nose against the little boy's snout.  He didn't seem to be too put out over his abrupt wake up call, which Fin immediately recognized as an opportunity to push him a little further.  Dutifully, she set about running her tongue all along him to make certain that he was just as perfectly clean as he had been when he'd fallen asleep.  Then, she just leaned back to watch him wriggle about, exploring the world in his own quiet, reserved way.


"You know, Little Jay," Fin said to him conversationally, completely aware that he couldn't hear her at all, "Your mama loves the crap out of you.  Actually, it's more like she's totally obsessed with you.  It's a little out of hand, so don't you go around telling anyone - they will judge me sooo hard."  She paused to look at him as though giving him an opportunity to reply.  It was only polite, after all.