Redhawk Caldera Be true to your bar

Raven told her not to worry about the little boy, and so Finley didn't. Not really. Except... he was so smol and his tummy hurt. With the alpha's hormones on overdrive from her heat cycle, she simply couldn't regard her little Fidget's upset stomach rationally. Seeing his sad little face and hearing him groaning as his stomach roiled made her want to cry, no matter how illogical a reaction that was.

And so, Finley could no longer sit idly by while her little one sat miserable and hopeless. She stood from her spot near Raven and trotted over to him, her lower lip protruding more and more the closer she came to him. "How's the little Fidget feeling?" she said, baby-talking to the pup in spite of her fervent hatred of baby-talking. Fucking hormones. The things they did to her sensibility, "Not so good, huh?"