Redhawk Caldera i may be crazy, don't mind me.

While Elwood and Finley tried to communicate with their eyes and facial expressions over Phox's head, Lagan approached. Elwood turned abruptly at the sound of his son's voice, blinking as Lagan immediately and unabashedly pointed out the odor his mother was emitting. He felt the color drain from his face, though no one could see it beneath the grey fur there.

The two boys were quite attentive; in fact, Elwood didn't think he could ever recall a time when Phox was so motionless. Go figure, right? He and Finley had a couple of options: they could be mature adults and explain what was going on; they could turn tail and run away from Phox and Lagan; or they could make something up. While the latter two choices were much more appealing, Elwood gathered a deep breath in his lungs and let it out with a sigh. He knew what he had to do.

"Well, Lagan, your mom is in heat," he said, his cheek giving a slight twitch as he tried to keep himself from wincing visibly. He glanced at Finley, hoping that she would throw him a bone (heheh) and help him out.