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Finley had apparently reached that point in her pregnancy where she was - for all intents and purposes - completely useless. It was infuriating, as she'd also reached the point where she was plagued by only extreme emotions. She had been offended to not be included when Fox had sent out the search party for Peter. And though that anger had disappeared only minutes later, it hadn't been for the realization that she would never have been able to do the search any good - it was because she'd tripped on a stick and proceeded to cry for a good ten minutes because of how clumsy pregnancy had made her.

The beta had been resting near the rendezvous site that day. A dream was plaguing her that eventually caused her to wake with a start, though for the life of her she couldn't remember anything about what had happened in it. Something about otters made of sticks and stars... She was pretty sure she'd awoken because a star had fallen and smashed into her face, but even that memory was swift to escape her as she pulled her fat, pregnant self up and moved to join her nearby packmates. She waddled passively over to Fox, giving an empty glance at the pups as they milled about. Finley plopped onto her haunches next to her best friend, her state of emotions a blank state at that moment until it was pushed one way or the other.

"Hey," she said to her alpha, staring blankly at the tiny slivers of grass blades that were attempting to poke out of the earth before her.