Redhawk Caldera bleh bleh bleh

Finley had been keeping to herself for the past week or so. Her decision to make a second batch of Blackthorns had put her at ease for a few days, but it was not long before the anxiety had returned. It was one thing to freak out about if she wanted them. It was a whole other thing to freak out about actually having them.

Though round one had ended very well - Eljay was certainly coming into his own more and more with the help of the new Firebirds - round two had the same potential to be just as disastrous as the first had started out. She and Elwood were far more prepared than they were last time. Her heat didn't stand a chance of sneaking up on her considering how hyper aware of herself she now was, so once it hit and she did get pregnant, they would definitely be aware of it and could take the necessary precautions to make sure this litter was kept safe even before its birth. Which meant no attacking bitches that tried to kill her nephews, not that that was likely. Still, it was good to remind herself of the rules.

Where was I? Fin paused on the landscape and blinked at her surroundings, uncertain of what she'd just been doing. Hunting? Going to visit the babies? Looking for Eljay? Looking for Peregrine and Fox? Hrm. That latter part actually seemed like a pretty good idea. Both alphas had seemed to give Elwood at least the unofficial nod to go ahead and knock up him woman, but they hadn't actually approached it officially. Maybe they should do that. Fox had seemed pretty pissed about it last time.

Or maybe she had been hunting...

Laughter caused her attention to switch yet again, and curiosity claimed her shortly. It was with furrowed brows that she located the source of the sound - a strange wolf patterned remarkably like the now departed Nightjar but far more twiggy. This must be one of the newbies she'd heard about, and deciding to change her latest pattern and be social, she approached him with a soft bark to announce her presence.

"So, found yourself a tree, eh?" Fin asked as she came up a few yards short of where the wolf was digging out what she presumed was going to be his densite. Or maybe a cache. Or maybe he just liked holes. Heh.... he likes holes.... I'm hilarious.