Redhawk Caldera at least we try.

.....oy.....

Eljay ignored her reasoning, instead beginning to sob when she pushed him to eat the meat yet again.  Her gut clenched painfully as he cried at her, apologizing and begging to not be forced to do as she asked.  Finley bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling of their den, suddenly feeling a bit like it was closing in on her.  Why wouldn't he just eat his dinner?  Why did this have to be so god damn difficult?  And why for the love of god would he not SHUTUP.

She shut her eyes quickly as tears of frustration stung them.  She sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady her rising anger.  It wasn't Eljay's fault.  He was still so young, he didn't understand.  She needed to be more patient, more understanding.  But she just couldn't.  It was so hard, so painfully frustrating.  She was a terrible mother to feel the way she did about this.  A good mother wouldn't be so angry.  A good mother wouldn't let her son cry like this and be paralyzed with these terrible emotions.  The anxiety of the situation was gnawing on her chest and as his sobs continued, Fin felt as though she were reaching for something to hold onto - something she needed to hold in place before it could snap in two.

She didn't reach it in time.

"STOP IT, ELWOOD," Fin barked suddenly, her face contorted in a snarl, "I told you to eat your dinner, now do as I say."