Redhawk Caldera where you lead.

Finley lowered her muzzle as her voice echoed about the walls of the cave.  With little else to do then but wait for her mate to arrive, she began to wade slowly about.  Her gaze traveled to the dark corners of the room while her mind wandered to the last time she'd been there.  Her memories of the Somnia still remained tainted with paranoia and misgivings about the female's feelings towards Elwood, and yet Fin found herself growing less and less angry each time she thought of her.  After all - in the end, she was the one who had won the heart of the handsome beta, not the scheming gamma.


Speaking of which...

Fin's muzzle broke into a soft smile as her mate entered the cave and swiftly closed the distance between them.  She closed her eyes happily and leaned into his touch.  It seemed like ages since they'd spent any time together just the two of them, and suddenly Fin was quite aware of how terribly she'd missed moments like these.

His question made her chuckle and she gave him a grin.  "With him?" she responded with a light shake of her head, "No one.  He's almost a month old, Twig - cut the umbilical chord, would ya?"  She stepped towards him then, running the length of her head from the tip of her nose to the back of her neck right along beneath his muzzle.  "I'm kidding, I asked Magpie," she told him as she turned her head back to nip at his snout, "None of the firebirds have walked off any cliffs under her watch, so I think he'll be safe for a couple of hours at least."