Redhawk Caldera it's a sign of the times.

*sets out a plate of cookies for newbies* :D

Two weeks... Or just about. Two weeks, two weeks... How long had it been last time before she knew? When had the first signs appear? It was amazing, Fin had done this whole pregnancy thing twice now herself and seen it thrice in her best friend and still she was clueless about the patterns she would go through as she incubated herself some cute little buddies. Had she been more cognizant, she would have recognized that the lethargy she was feeling at that very moment was actually one of said signs. She was feeling way too lazy and sleepy for that level of self-awareness, though.

Thunder rumbled overhead and Fin rolled her eyes in response. It was always raining lately and she was so very sick of it. She rolled onto her side, curling her spine until she was laying in a half circle where she settled with a huff. Things seemed to be going smoothly with the induction of the Fen wolves into their ranks. The kids were playing somewhere nearby, the adults were working on being useful a little further away. All seemed well with the world, except for this endlessly bothersome mystery. Was she pregnant or not?