Redhawk Caldera Goldaline my dear, we will fold and freeze together

Had Fin been more aware of this moment and its significance, she would have realized (maybe) that it was way too much pressure to put on a creature that hadn't learned the full extent of what it meant to have feet. Her future, her relationship with her mate and her only son, fully rode now on this tiny being's capacity to do something so overwhelmingly adorable that it set Fin's course to such an extent that there was no changing her mind, no looking back. This puppy would decide the course of the rest of her life, simply by being a stupidly cute little puppy.

Fortunately, stupidly cute little puppies have a knack for such things.

Fin studied the miniature wolf as he gnawed on his surroundings and then almost instantaneously rejected them. Her head tilted slightly with interest as he squirmed uncomfortably and made such faces that Fin found herself wondering if she had ever been so unhappy that she'd made herself look like an alien in a desperate attempt at communicating her anguish. The residual motherly instincts in her caused her to wriggle forward until she could reach the little boy, at which point her tongue flicked out to lick his little face a few times in an effort to wipe away his horrified expression. Then she could go back to staring at him until he made her decide whether or not she wanted to be a mother again.