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

Fin had wanted him to coo at her, or roll over on his belly and giggle, or pose sweetly while a butterfly flew down and landed upon his nose. But no, the pup before her did something far more typical and tossed his cookies right onto her toes. The Blackthorn shut her eyes and grimaced as the liquidy sludge spilled from the child's belly onto her paw. She had definitely been here before. This was absolutely one of those places she was not keen on being again rather than one she'd been longing to revisit.

"Fail," she murmured as she picked up her paw and shook it in the air, sending gobs of gross off into the grass beside her. Fin looked back at the little wolf as she set her paw back onto the ground, knowing without really even seeing what look would be upon his face. Her heart melted instinctively, and she crept forward until she had the pup securely against her chest and she was nosing his little face tenderly, licking away whatever disgusting crap was remaining on his unhappy muzzle.

"You're so gross," she whispered as she worked, her mind now convinced that these tiny beings were more trouble than they were worth. But motherhood, unfortunately, was not a product of the mind. It was totally heart-driven. And as she cleaned up the icky little critter, she couldn't help but fall, millimeter by infinitesimal fraction of a millimeter, in love with the stupid thing.