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Elwood turned after she spoke and instinctively, she turned her face slightly away.  Eljay obliged his mother's instructions and trotted steadily towards his father.  Fin watched to see how her mate reacted.  Her smile had faded though, and instead she felt the melancholy creeping back in with each backwards glance her son nervously gave her.

She had hoped that some time away would have helped her little boy grow more independent.  In hindsight, it had been one of Finley's dumber moves.  Of course it hadn't worked.  It maybe would have backfired less had she actually returned when she had said she would, but she had no doubt now that it would have still been somewhat traumatizing to the child.  To Fin, it was just even more proof that she was a terrible mom.