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

Elwood thought he had taken care of the situation, at least for now. It was a win-win; the boys would go away and he and Finley would be able to work on conceiving the next litter of Blackthorns. Never mind the fact that he would have to have a conversation with Lagan at a later date concerning the birds and the bees. He bobbed his head, ready to tell his youngest son that he would be glad to talk some other time, but Finley was the first to change his plans. He looked at her with surprise when he sidled up to him and murmured that he needed to talk to the boys now. And then all hell broke loose.

In a display of emotion that Eljay hadn't demonstrated in quite some time, he began to beg and plead for Finley not to leave. Elwood stared at his son with alarm, feeling his own instincts compelling him to drive the younger male away, if only because he was impeding nature's call. But he kept his feet anchored to the ground and watched as Finley gathered herself with a steadying breath and quietly commanded Eljay to contain himself. He, too, inhaled deeply and, with a quick glance at Lagan, he said, "It's okay. Mom's fine. Let her go."