Redhawk Caldera you are blood and earth, not theory and chalk

Thur was quiet as she took the information in. Finley could see the consideration in the line of her brow in the moments after she finished speaking and could do nothing more than continue to breathe as she waited for a response.

When it came, a wave of relief and apprehension swept over her. Only then did she realize that part of her really wanted the commander to decline and force them to take the safer, though passive, route. She was an adventurer at heart and the idea of setting out to find greener pastures was thrilling in its own way. But the Caldera was their home. It was where she and Elwood had met, where she had built a life for herself and where her kids had been born and raised. It was where her best friends were buried, and where she and Elwood would be buried as well when they passed on one day as well.

Together.
At the same time.
No one for even a second having to mourn the other.
And that's final.
GDI.

Fin looked at her mate as he responded to the heda's question. She had nothing additional to add to his description, but a question came to her mind that needed to be addressed. "How long before you can come back?" she asked, "We'll need time to get ready too. And Winter is coming still. It'd be a real shame if we drove those bastards out and then starved to death because we didn't finish filling our stocks before we went after them." She assumed Betty would feel the same, only more eloquently put.