Redhawk Caldera it's a sign of the times.

Finley considered her questions, but as much thought as she put into how she'd been behaving as of late, she couldn't spot anything that told her for certain that she was pregnant. She very much doubted that Raven would be able to tell either considering wolf gynecologists wouldn't be invented for another three to four years. "I feel normal, but it's still too early to tell," she said, watching her goddaughter leap eagerly  into action.

Pulling in a breath, the alpha pulled herself up onto all fours. The thunderclouds overhead were looking ready to burst and Fin was fancying a rainy day nap under the shelter of the evergreens. "Okay, but I get a nap after we see her," the Blackthorn agreed, reaching her arms out ahead of her and bowing into a stretch.