Big Salmon Lake frost on her pillow

Finley lowered her muzzle slowly when she heard the approach of another.  She blinked through the tears that were drowning her eyes, but found it difficult to focus.  Not that she really needed her eyes to recognize his scent.  "Lasher..." she croaked quietly, unable to muster much more than that.  Her mind was too fragile and broken to try to explain herself.  What was she supposed to even say?  What could she say?  And what should she?  Fox's decree that no outsiders were welcome at the Caldera came to her mind.  She'd never said not to even speak to them on neutral territories, but perhaps she shouldn't?