Redhawk Caldera out of feathers out of bones.

Finley closed her eyes, soaking in the affection from his kiss. He offered to help and she nodded very gently her acceptance. She ran through her list of things to do for the den before the pups arrived, heartened by how normal it made her feel to be thinking something like that. To prepare for the near future, instead of thinking about what laid just beyond.

"Bedding," she muttered, "For warmth." Finley wanted to add more, but sleep took her then instead.