Redhawk Caldera A Single Spark

Finley felt like a planet, and she was completely positive that she looked like one too. She had long since stopped looking at her own reflection - there was never anything good in it. Half her face covered in scars, all her fur going white, and now looking every day more and more like her mother had been a hot air balloon and her father a blimp. Her reflection was not her friend and she didn't need to glimpse it to know this. She was just a big, fat, big.. big old... GAH.

When the call sounded, Fin stubbornly pulled her massive belly up off the ground and stomped off to answer it. She had reached that odd place in her pregnancy where she was completely in denial about how carrying puppies might limit her ability to do certain things, or make it unwise for her to do others. Greeting strangers at the borders was one of those unwise things, but Fin gave none of the fucks. She might technically have been helpless to fend off an attacker if the stranger calling happened to be a serial killer or any other villain, but she refused to accept this as fact. She had a withering glare that would make even Ithrik beg for forgiveness at her paws. That was all the defense she needed.

And besides, she knew that voice.

"Welcome back," Fin said to Nevouku as she waddled into his presence, smiling. She had hoped that he would be back. Considering how uh.. off Sebastian had been since returning from Blackfeather, she was hopeful that his family might be able to help.