Redhawk Caldera Thirty days in the dungeon!

Fin quirked a brow at the expression on her mate's face, wondering what he was so dismayed about. Maybe the puppies really had beaten him up good. His eyes flickered past her and she followed the gaze to Raven who she hadn't noticed slip in. It was only when her goddaughter ducked to cradle the still body that Finley realized what had happened.

Her heart sank instantly as melancholy rose. Elwood was explaining, but there really wasn't much to say. Finley knew as well as anyone that not all kids were destined to make it to adulthood. With a pang, she remembered the little boy Fox had lost from her first litter. He'd held on for a while, but then nature had taken its course. Finley sighed, the sadness weighing on her, though no tears came to her eyes.

"It's okay," Fin murmured, moving to comfort her niece, "These things happen sometimes. It's no one's fault. Some just.. don't make it." She glanced at her mate as she curled alongside of Raven, hoping he would know that there was no blame here for him to hold either.