Redhawk Caldera there'll be peace when you are done.

There was a great deal of temptation in that moment to allow her mind to wander off in directions she didn't wish it to go. She considered getting back to work preparing the den in an effort to prevent that, but couldn't seem to find the motivation for it. Besides, she was essentially done. This would be her third litter and so she was way beyond the anxiety of a first-time mother. With Eljay, she had nested endlessly and not once did it seem even remotely good enough. This time around, she was confident that she could drop them on the cold hard floor and they'd just bounce into place at her tits. Third-time mom knew that puppies were far more resilient than they seemed, so getting the exactly right placement for the exactly perfect amount of bedding really didn't seem at all necessary.

Nevertheless, it seemed there was nothing else to do and so she was about to turn and headd off to find more bedding when she heard her name being called. Or at least, it was a version of her name - one she hadn't heard in quite a while. Only two of the original firebirds had ever really taken to calling her Aunt Flea, and she had only heard of one of those two recently joining their ranks. A huge smile broke across her melancholy expression as she turned to see Nightjar approaching.

Fin bit her lips, grinning as she looked upon him, her tail wagging at a pace of about 30 wages per second. All at once, however, her viasge shifted into stern alpha as she tilted her head and frowned. "Nightjar," she scolded even as mirth glinted in her deep brown eyes, "A real ninja would never announce his presence so flippantly, even to a loved one. I thought I trained you better." She lifted her chin slightly, stifling the grin that threatened to ruin her facade.