Redhawk Caldera Thanks for all those wide-eyed nights

"Dude!" she barked as she approached, "You got your ass kicked by a puppy!"

Finley had been excited to hear they'd received the go ahead from their alphas to make some babies. It quite honestly rivaled the hilarity of the fact that one of said alphas had gotten his leg snapped in half by his own two-month old son, but at the end of the day: humor had won out. Some part of her knew that she should approach him as a humble, grateful beta for the kindness he had granted her and her ailing relationship with her family. But come on. He'd been crippled by a puppy.

The beta slouched beside him unceremoniously, oblivious to what the writers knew; that he had been thinking of some distant relative and hoping luck would bring the fellow here for a meet and greet. Instead, the request of Peregrine's brain waves brought Finley, and in the typical Blackthorn fashion, she found herself utterly incapable of treating him with any semblance of respect.

"The other kids didn't see it, did they?" she asked conspiratorially, "Cause you know.. it's kind of foreboding, isn't it? You have four kids and you have four legs. Maybe they popped out of Fox and called dibs on each of them. This could just be the beginning." She gave him a comically exaggerated frown and scooted a smidge away from him upon realizing she had inadvertently plopped down within striking range of the cripple. Lol cripple.