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She really meant to listen, yet Wildfire's mind wandered instead. She still hadn't arrived at a final decision and this encounter hadn't really helped much. Finley was supportive but her son's tearful shouts were still echoing in the chambers of Wildfire's head and heart. Could she really hurt little Elwood that way? How many other feelings would she hurt if she decided to leave? Would anyone think poorly of her? She hadn't even thought of that until now...

Her aunt's bark startled her, scattering her thoughts. Her lips twitched at Andrew the otter, yet her attention faded again, only snapping back when Elwood Jr's small voice piped up. She glanced at him, happy to see that he was engaged in the story, then glanced vaguely off into the distance.