Sun Mote Copse My blue eyes never looked so green

Finley had been pleasantly surprised when Clover still insisted on joining them. She'd really thought it might be a dealbreaker for her that her parents would be going, but she trotted happily alongside them and stood with them as she and Elwood made the call. She grinned at her daughter's assessment of the territory and looked around, keeping her 100% agreement within the confounds of her thoughts as she waited for the welcome wagon to arrive.

Eljay was first, which was completely not surprising to her. She greeted him with a wolfish hug and a nuzzle to his temple, and then a sudden, shrewd look at his face. She knew her eldest's scent just as perfectly as she knew that of all of her children, and something was unmistakeably different. He was drenched in eau de Wildfire, and speaking of which... There was Wildfire.

Suspicion melted as she greeted her goddaughter with just as much enthusiasm, but then the same thing happened again. Her scent. Her scent was different. Wildfire was just as much her kid as Eljay, and she was different. They were bathed in each other. Was this. What.

"Did you guys hook up??" Finley blurted at them without preamble, looking between the two of them with an unreadable mask of suspicion and surprise on her face. She had no real reason to jump to that conclusion - it's not as if they smelled of sex and heat or the like anymore (except maybe faintly, idk and don't want to assume anything lololol). But sometimes a mother just knew. Or a mother was Fin who, like, SUPER wanted them to get together, and so found herself easily convinced by wishful thinking.