Redhawk Caldera prize of the century

Finley awoke with a sloppy snort at the urging of her son. She lifted her head and shook it, rolling onto her belly to give her mate and baby a bleary, one-eyed stare. A few swipe of her arm across her muzzle and the second eye joined the look, and a few seconds later her tail was wagging and she was smiling.

"Hi kids," she said just before a wide yawn stretched her jaws apart. A shiver ran down her entire body as her lips re-sealed themselves and she stretched out her forelegs, arching her head back and reveling in the delightful crackling and subsequent loosening of the bones in her aching neck. Wake-up routine accomplished, she gave a sigh and turned again to her family with a slightly canted head.