Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

Finley felt exhausted as she trudged back towards the den. Back when she'd had her own litters, she'd always thought that if she could just have a little extra help - like an hour or two free a day - that motherhood would be so much easier. That was so very not the case, for ever as a part-time mom, the Blackthorn was wiped. The whole alpha part didn't help, of course. Nor did it help that every conversation she had these days seemed to be an emotional drain. All in all, it was actually a bit of a relief to be heading back home. As much as those kids shrieked and squawked, she could count on getting at least one cat nap in before duty called.

Her ears perked at the sound of Elwood's muffled voice coming out of the den and his words made her smile. Apparently some mischievous thing had done something mischievous, as was to be expected since that was all they ever did. She crept in, not even noticing the little body to the side. Her eyes were on her mate, to whom she posed her question. "Is the little mafia giving you trouble?" Fin said to him with a small grin.