Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

Towhee wasted no time in explaining the situation. Groggy and exhausted as Fin was, she could appreciate the alpha's blunt haste. It was clear by her words that she had spent some time considering their options, even before she'd explicitly said so. She came to them with a plan, not a question. But even so, Fin was hesitant to jump. And she was also distracted.

"Why the fuck would they come back?" she asked of no one, incredulous at their audacity. Apparently letting so many live had been the wrong choice. They should've followed them - run down every one of them and torn them to shreds. Damn them. Why had they bothered. Why had they sacrified. Why. Fuckin.

Fin's blood was boiling from anger. In that moment, she had no desire to turn tail and run. They had beaten them before, why not again? The fact that they had returned was a slap in the face and dear god she wanted to slap them right back. Slap 'em dead. The thought of abandoning the Caldera after all they had sacrificed was infuriating, and heartbreaking. "Those fucking bastards... After all of that they just..." she snarled and huffed angrily, unable to even think of what Towhee had proposed as their solution just yet. She was too angry, too exhausted. After all they had done, after they had triumphed, Fin found herself standing here, feeling utterly defeated.