Redhawk Caldera do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Much like her daughter, Finley was inspecting the wildflowers just outside of her den that day. She had been suspicious of them at first, remembering how her own sister had died unknowingly ingesting poisonous plants. They hadn't been growing here the year before when she'd had the twins - not that anything had been growing anywhere - and she couldn't remember if they'd been here with Eljay, but it certainly seemed like they hadn't. After sniffing them down thoroughly and even taking a nibble of one or two, Fin determined they were safe enough to let her kids frolic in without having to worry they'd take a bite. Which was a good thing, since shortly after determining this, she got to watch Fiadh do just that.

Fin quirked a brow as she watched her daughter close her jaws around the vibrant, red blossom. It took only seconds for Fiadh to decided this had been an unwise decision. The puppy spat it back up in a very unlady-like display, which caused Fin to snort with very unlady-like laughter. Fiadh proceeded to gaze at the flowers while her mother watched, wondering what could possibly be going through her little puppy head at that moment. And then she had to fight laughter again as the child began to whine apologetically at the disgusting little blossoms as though she were somehow at fault for what had happened.

Finley stood and strode over to her daughter. She leaned down to run her nose teasingly from her rump to her head, tracing the black line along her spine. "What's got you down, Fee," she asked as she dropped to her haunches.