Redhawk Caldera out of feathers out of bones.

@Elwood mebbe?? Being vague re: Peter cause I'm not sure where that's at with her awareness of things...

It had become increasingly more apparent to Finley that her time was coming near. Though the state of things was far different this time around than it had been during her first pregnancy, it did not stop her natural instincts from compelling her to seek out their whelping den among the barren pines to the West of the lake, away from the rendezvous site where she had spent most of her time up until then.

The beta had found it easily enough, though her senses were muddled with hormones and hunger. She had barely begun to collect bedding when she had collapsed in her own doorway, her limbs trembling and her sides heaving from the effort. The pack had done what it could to keep her fed through this famine, but the children inside of her were like leeches, selfishly sucking away every scrap of nourishment she was given. 

Finley had never really been one for morbid pessimism, having experienced things in her life that had turned her away from such thoughts. But as she laid there, trying to catch her breath while the Cubs in her belly stirred and kicked, she could not help but start to wonder if she would ever last long enough to even see their little faces.

She began to cry.