Redhawk Caldera unrequited sass

Finley didn't mind the dampness on her fur caused by her niece's tears. She didn't even mind that the position she was in was causing her shoulder to cramp somewhat. She just wanted to be there for her little Wiffle. In a way, it was a comfort for herself too to be able to share the grief with someone who felt their loss on a similar level. Elwood had loved the alpha pair as well, but Finley felt truly as though Peregrine and Fox had saved her somehow. They had given her a life she hadn't thought it was possible for her to have. They'd made her a leader. She would have likely have been skewered on an antler, dead, a long time ago were it not for the two of them. They were so very important to her, just like they were to Wildfire.

The alpha had no problem with the quiet that enveloped them, so she let it linger for as long as her goddaughter needed. When she spoke, Finley lifted her head from its resting spot upon Wildfire's back to listen before answering. "Yes," she replied, "Six of them. Three girls and three boys."