Redhawk Caldera king of the mountain

Fox's gaze flashed to Finley for a moment, worried that the mother might awake with Eljay's brief squeaking, but she did nothing more than grunt and roll onto her other side. Perfect. The little wolf seemed the enjoy the soft caress of Fox's tongue, to which she was pleased. The last thing Redhawk Caldera needed was an unruly pup who disliked being handled. Once his belly was done, Fox nudged him so she could get at his back, another easy target for grooming. It was hard to believe the Firebirds had ever been this tiny, even though Fox knew she'd held them just like this once upon a time.