Redhawk Caldera lazy afternoons

OH HI IT'S MOM

Since waking, Finley had grown more and more aware of her son's strange perception of Peter's death. It had been in only whispers at first, and those could be easily ignored or construed as misunderstanding. But that was ignorance that could not last as Fin began to watch her eldest son more and more, and listen as he chatted nonchalantly with his siblings, telling stories of his adventures with Peter and declaring his excitement for when they would get to meet the lost Firebird.

Fin had yet to decide how to approach the matter, and with the pups keeping her walled in and Eljay almost always present, she had been unable to speak candidly with Elwood about the situation. As it had done no harm thus far, the beta had grown content to wait until the timing was better, and when she and her mate could address it in the best manner. It was quite forward thinking of her, but it also gave her the excuse to delay and she did so love to avoid uncomfortable conversations.

Peregrine, it seemed, might have different plans.

Finley was smushing a fussy Liffey against a nipple when she heard the alpha approach. His scent came to her, letting her know who it was. For a second, she was excited by the smell of dead animal that accompanied him, but soon enough she paused at what she heard him say to her son and the tone that flavored his words. Intrigue rose in her, but she remained silent as she had no reason to suspect that he might be about to disrupt the precarious mental wellness situation Eljay had developed.