Redhawk Caldera sunshine on your toes

The moment Peregrine stepped into view with the limp pup in his mouth, there was no use in either of her friends explaining - Fin would not have heard it anyway. Her blood ran cold at the sight of the littlest pup, tucked safely and securely in his father's needlessly protective hold. Her slightly gaping jaw shut tight as she silenced herself. As much as it broke her heart to see this terrible moment in the Caldera's history, she knew that her friends did not need the burden of her own heartache atop of theirs, nor would she intentionally give them the opportunity to do so.

Finley nodded solemnly at Fox's instructions, stepping forwards and pressing her nose softly and briefly against her besty's fiery cheek before slipping into the depths of their den where the other three babes were squirming restlessly. Any anxiety she usually felt at interacting with them was gone as she settled down upon the ground and pulled them all close to her. Even their kneading at her sides didn't bother her as she curled up in a ball, tucking them protectively and tenderly against her, trying hard to stave off her own personal mourning for the one little firebird that was missing from his godmother's embrace.