Redhawk Caldera cus in my castle i'm the freakin man.

Finley didn't even notice the language she was using. She usually refrained from the heavier swears around them, but the combination of pregnancy and indignant rage made her forget herself completely. It was bound to happen sooner or later, anyway, so when she eventually came to her senses, she'd be quick to forgive her discretions. Including the neverending stream of obscenities she was muttering to herself as Towhee suggested she call for Phox.

"Yes! Yes, reinforcements, good," Fin replied before tilting her head back and sending out a short howl for her nephew. She hopped down from the log a few seconds later and gave her coat a good shake, turning around again to peer in another direction. She huffed irritably and was preparing to fire off another string of curses when she stopped suddenly and turned to look back at Towhee. "You know, I was actually hunting this fox the first time I ever met your mom," she said, suddenly perfectly calm, as though she hadn't been losing her shit ten seconds prior to this.