Redhawk Caldera Let me tell you my story.

Fin nudged her mate playfully as he whispered to her again, a grin stretching across her muzzle. The story turned somber shortly thereafter and the alpha felt her heart clench as Peregrine's and Fox's children began to tell of their parents' untimely deaths. For a moment, the Blackthorn didn't know what to feel about this. They spoke (and signed) with respect and a tinge of remorse, but it struck Finley yet again what an awful and wonderful thing it was that they weren't more distraught over what they had lost. No matter how much Fin and Elwood and everyone else that had known them spoke of Peregrine and Fox, Fin feared that their kids would probably never truly know what a crime it was that they had never known those that had created them.

Except... that one guy that might've created them... Eh, whatever.

Finley found herself pressing gently against Elwood as the kids concluded their tale. In spite of the depressing finale, she grinned and lent her voice to the rest in cheering for the pair. It occurred to her then that she ought to do something leader-ly like stand and give a speech about the future of the Caldera. Instead, she just stood and trotted over to the two young wolves to nudge and prod at them both with appreciative affection, feeling suddenly quite proud of the way she and Elwood were raising their best friends' kids and thinking they might feel the same were they still above ground.