Sun Mote Copse They say that wealth is revealed in the teeth

Fin had no doubt that some Blackthorn somewhere had already made her an Aunt before this, and she had always considered herself an Aunt to all of the Firebirds (aunt/godmom/actual mom/awesome older sister). Even so, this was different to her. This was Colt, and she was pregnant too. They would both be unleashing little hellion Blackthorns on the Wilds almost simultaneously, and Finley considered that to be something worth celebrating.

The only drawback to the whole thing was the Legs factor. Colt had forgiven her pretty readily for the whole ordeal, as Fin had known he would. And while she didn't entirely fault the girl for what she'd done to cause their marital unrest, she was a bit wary that Niamh wasn't entirely as reformed as she seemed. At the end of the day though, it was Colt's risk to take and she wasn't one to butt in on his personal affairs (not within the last couple of hours anyway). So she would behave, and she'd even play nice as she set out to help the happy couple prepare to welcome another batch of Blackthorns into the world.

Fin trotted up to her ...well, not sister-in-law, right? They hadn't gotten that all figured out yet, to her knowledge. So let's just say Fin trotted up to her brother's baby mama with the fresh rabbit pelt swinging from her jaws and her own baby belly swinging beneath her. She slowed to a stop prior to drawing attention to herself simply to observe Niamh in what was clearly some strange manifestation of the soon-to-be mother's nesting ritual. Fin had done some strange things during her own pregnancies, but tiling her den floor with the latest eco-modern home decor trend had never been one of those.

She dropped the pelt onto her paws, canting her head as she called, "Whatcha doin', Legs?"