Lake Rodney sleep don't visit so i choke on sun.

Fin snorted in a very lady-like way at Colt's comment. She was pretty sure that if her kids decided to take their uncle on, he wouldn't have a choice except to be shown up. Her latest four were a fiesty bunch and she loved it. She and Elwood had yet to discuss their next litter, but Fin had hopes that they would turn out just as fiere as these last, though she would enjoy a nice, cuddly Lagan-type again.

The idea of Colt sticking around and teaching her children was still an odd one, but a welcome one. She and her brother had honed their fighting and trouble-making skills together. She knew there was no one better for teaching her kids the same than Colt. Hence, her misgivings. "And what exactly would you be showing them? Or more specifically... what would you encourage them to do for practice?" she asked, giving him a shrewd glance. She knew what they used to do to practice their fighting... She wanted her kids to be skilled little warriors, but they were not going to learn the way that she and Colt had - taunting bears and bobcats and rutting stags like dumb asses.