Redhawk Caldera you and me were kids.

Fin stared at her mate, bewildered by him. She quirked a brow as he mumbled at her. "...absolutely right, hot stuff?" she offered, trying to finish his sentence for him since he seemed incapable of doing so. Elwood looked like he was stoned. Had he swallowed some shrooms while she was distracted with bitching about their kid? She sniffed at him just to make sure, but found nothing out of the ordinary besides the scent of his arousal. And something else...

Her mind began to spin as the puzzle pieces slipped into place. No wonder he was acting so weird and she was acting... Well, she was acting perfectly within her right as the mother of such a terrible daughter. No hormonally driven flaws there. But anyway... she was in heat. Her body thought it was baby time.

Was her body fucking stupid?

"Woah... Woah, okay, slow down there pal," Fin said as he moved in towards her with his intentions plainly written on his body language. Her body shifted into a more dominant stance as she backed away. Now that she realized what was happening, it was growing swiftly harder to hold onto the better sense that was telling her to make this stop. "We have, like, a million other kids to look after. Is this really the time?" she said, wondering even as the words slipped out of her mouth if it even mattered. Instinct was calling her to breed, and her mate was suddenly looking so very... breed-with-able.