Redhawk Caldera fits of fire and falling feathers

*quietly collects puppy threads*

When Elwood returned from a brief hunt, he was greeted with the sound of gagging. He slipped into the den quietly, finding Finley awake and Lucy choking on the fur of her sister's tail. It was a funny sight as the little black pup coughed and her face twisted with displeasure, but Elwood watched her carefully for a moment to make sure that she was really okay.

He settled himself across from Finley, a smirk pulling at his lips as she commented on Lucy's appearance. "Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked, raising his brows and fixing his wife with a pointed gaze. "Peregrine said she's not his..." he added as he reached out to poke at Lucy with a large grey forepaw.