Redhawk Caldera stuck in the sunshine riptide.

He gave a half-laugh as Finley explained the details of how this situation had transpired. He remembered exactly what had happened, and the passion of those last moments before the war began. But there was no recollection of any hint that Finley had been in heat, and that was what baffled him. He shook his head slowly, his expression of confusion gradually melting into a smile. Yet again, they had managed to completely miss Mother Nature's call.

There was something bittersweet about Finley's admittance, though. Sure, the timing wasn't great (as usual), but it was nice to know that something good had come out of the trouble with Blackfeather Woods. The babies now growing in his mate's belly were the reasons that they had done what they did; to protect their family and ensure that there would be a safe place to raise their children and future generations.

The gentle side-to-side motion of his head shifted into an up-and-down movement, accompanied by a growing grin. "Congratulations," he said with a chuckle, and then threw himself at her to envelop her in a hug.