Redhawk Caldera stuck in the sunshine riptide.

In retrospect, the days leading up to their departure for Blackfeather had been an emotional blur. With an impending battle to decide the fate of her family, the dramatic reappearance and subsequent third-time-loss of Lucy, and all of the tension and doubt she carried over all of these things, Fin had thought nothing of her chaotic emotions. But now, it all made sense. It certainly wasn't the first time her heart had gone by unnoticed and she'd wound up pregnant anyway, and she had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't be the last either. Hopefully this time, her over-exertion in the Woods wouldn't turn out to be a detriment to the little ones she carried now as it had been with Eljay. She never again wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to discover to the blood and heartbreak of a miscarriage.

Fin was quiet and thoughtful as she watched her mate react to the news. He didn't seem to be catching on very quickly, but she had been rather abrupt about it. Clearing her throat, she tried to explain a little better this time. "Well... Remember how you got your dick out and we let our privates have some fun together?" she said, doing just a smashing job of this whole thing, "Well, when a mommy and a daddy really love each other and their bathing suit areas spend that sort of time together, sometimes they make babies." She paused, smiling slightly as she was finding herself to be rather funny right now.

"I'm pregnant, Twig," she finished, a little more softly and a little less flippantly.