Sun Mote Copse well, that's gonna cost you extra.

Like the well oiled machine that is Finwood, Elwood stepped up to her side just before their eldest invited them to come closer. Fin wasn't surprised to see him in the least. Their lives and routines just kind of worked like that. She gave an eager whine as she crept forward and slid onto her belly at the mouth of the den, scooting far enough to the side to make room for Elwood to fit in beside her.

A wave of nostalgia threatened to engulf her over this moment. They'd done this before, only then it was Wildfire who was the squealing red pup. Fin hadn't even been a mother herself yet, and now here she was, a grandmother. Again.

She dropped her head between her paws to get eye level with the little beans. Her ears perked to listen to the conversation Elwood initiated with their son, but for now, she couldn't take her eyes off the little troublemakers.