Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

Finley flinched visibly at Towhee's sudden outcry. She turned to give her goddaughter an exasperated, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND sort of look, but it was brief. Things were picking up pace now, and the sound of approaching pawsteps in different directions sent her spinning in preparation for impact. Her gaze landed on the white bitch that was springing towards Towhee, hissing evil words in some unknown tongue. Before she could do anything more than glance at the woman, however, a voice cried out from behind her, and Finley's entire world tilted on its axis.

Mommy, look out! 

Fin's heart began to beat wildly out of control as she turned to see Eljay, sprinting towards her, only to be bowled down by one of Blackfeather's wolves. Her mind raced - it screamed at her, at him, at their enemies, at her packmates, at the whole god foresaken world. And only Quixote seemed to hear, for he was on the female in the next instant, keeping her son safe. Protecting him. One of her children was being protected.

The whole exchange happened in less than five seconds, and yet it felt as though an entire age had passed before she spun and launched herself at Towhee's attacker. Eljay was her son by blood, but Towhee was no less her daughter than if she'd been born a Blackthorn as well. They both needed protecting, and only one so far was covered. Fin reached with gaping jaws towards the white bitch, hoping to grab onto the witch's scruff and tear her away from her kid.