Sun Mote Copse we're not weird, we just seem like we are.

Elfie politely stuck his face right up into her grill. Fin considered giving his nose a good nip for the intrusion, but she appreciated his curiosity. It reminded her a bit of Liffey when she'd been a curious little puppy, sticking her nose into everything she could. She wondered what her eldest daughter was up to. She'd just been through her heat the last time Fin had seen her and was certain she'd gotten pregnant. That had been around Wildfire's time too. Was she a grandmother again again again?

Her grandson's eeping stole her attention back and she grinned at him. "What's wrong Woofie?" Fin asked, already changing his nickname for what was not the first, nor would it be the last, time, "Use your words now. I need you to explain to me in exact detail what's troubling you and what you'd like for me to do to help."