Redhawk Caldera so let's piss off the neighbors.

Finley smirked at her mate as he continued to play hard to get. She lifted a paw to bat at the one he used to hold her back, reaching along his arm with her nose and nipping playfully upon it. He seemed put at ease by her reassurance that they were alone, but all too soon he was pulling away again and leaving her to stand there, staring hungrily after him.

It took her a few seconds to actual process his words. Heat? Babies? Now? Her tail lashed in frustration. Her body gave no craps at all about whatever he was saying. It was far more irritated that he was speaking at all instead of nailing her than to bother attempting comprehension. But there was something in his tone that called her sensibility to the forefront, and after a minute of struggle, comprehension came to join the mental fray.

"Babies!" Fin said suddenly as it dawned on her what he'd been trying to communicate to her. She paused another moment to actually consider his words and the ramifications of their situation. She'd agreed to this yes, but that was when it had been a hypothetical. A probable hypothetical, but still not yet an actual occurrence. Now the moment was upon them and the question sat uncomfortably between them.

Babies? Now?

...

A mental image of Eljay surrounded by doting siblings and baby cousins found its way to her consciousness first amidst the slow rise of the apparently far less significant fears and anxiety. Her lips twitched upwards in a grin and she strode confidently towards her mate. "Would you just shut up and do me already?" she purred as she reached for him, intent upon picking up exactly where they'd just left off.