Redhawk Caldera All that wasted time

She thanked him and he rolled his eyes, though he couldn't stop the corners of his lips from twitching upward when she used his nickname. It was hard to believe that Twig and Frog were going to be parents for the second time; so much had happened since their carefree afternoons spent by the creek.

His smile faded at her comment; it was no secret that all of their bellies were empty, but Finley probably had it worse than her packmates. He shook his head. "No leads here, so I might go see what I can find elsewhere," he said, then paused thoughtfully. "Maybe I can convince Jay to come with me," he added. He knew that the chances of that were slim, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. And if the boy didn't want to accompany him, he would do it alone.

"I probably won't go far, though," he continued, thinking aloud. He smirked. "If you weren't all knocked up, I'd have you be my guide."