Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

Ima close this one up while I cry
Raven agreed to the arrangement. Finley offered her an encouraging smile, but it was still so obviously hiding the broken heart beneath. She went to work then helping to gently shift the newborns to the side while Raven cleared a spot for her to take her place. She settled in and pulled the pups closer to her, making sure they remained out of the way while Fox's body was moved. It was a good distraction from having to watch the actual procedure, but still she could not keep herself from glimpsing Fox's cold, stiff body being pulled past her. She shut her eyes against the tears that began to fall again and reached to turn one of the boys - a dark black and gray pup - back towards her belly, as though he could actually see his mother's dead carcass being moved past him.

She'd anticipated that she would feel more awful at not being there to lay Fox to rest. But somehow, it was more of a comfort to be there in the den, tending to her closest friends' children. These little wolves were the last legacy that Peregrine and Fox would leave to this world. Finley had never imagined a day that she and Elwood would be called upon to perform their duties as godparents. She'd never wanted it to happen. But now that it had, she knew that the Blackthorns would not fail to take care of the world that the Redhawks had created. Not their children, not their pack, not their home. Not their family.