Redhawk Caldera it takes two baby.

Fin was quiet when Eljay avoided her question. Frustration was rising in her and, as usual, guilt came right along with it. It was cruel really that such a shy, sensitive, anxious boy had been paired with a fiery, temperamental and impatient mother. She wanted to grab her son and shake him until he either fessed up on who asshole tormenting him was or until she shook the self-depricating ...well... weenie... right out of him.

It was in times like these that she felt so desperately glad that she had chosen Elwood as her mate. She looked at him then, seeking his eyes in hopes of siphoning some of his calm from them. It worked a bit, but it made her no less determined to find out who was tormenting her sweet boy.

"Eljay, I know you don't want to, but I need you to tell me and your dad who it is that's treating you badly and calling you names," Fin said finally, gazing steadily at him, "You are not a weenie and it is not okay for anyone to put you down like that." She stopped there, knowing full well that her next comment would go along the lines of Those are the people that need their asses kicked off of mountaintops and drowned. And that was a bit too graphic for her baby.