Redhawk Caldera lazy afternoons

Fin failed to notice the emotion that fell upon her alpha, a matter we can blame on her still broiling hormones that were actually rather disappointed that he didn't snap and shout back at her. She seethed at his words and bit back after he finished, even as he was turning away. "I'm not saying you shouldn't have talked to him," she retorted. "I'm saying you shouldn't have.. shouldn't have talked to him first." She faltered mid-sentence, thrown by the fact that he was walking away from her. "The fuck..." she muttered in confusion before growing angry again, "Get back here!"

"What makes you think we're done?" Fin shouted as she set off after him. Anger bubbled in her throat that she bit back as she darted up alongside of him and moved to step in his way. It was only then, just before making yet another snarky foot-in-mouth comment that she finally spotted the misery upon the dark male's face.

In an instant, her anger evaporated into surprise. Was he crying? Fin was floored by this turn of events, and quickly grew uncomfortable. Anger she could deal with. She was not emotionally equipped to handle sorrow - She could barely even stand herself when she grew weepy, let alone Peregrine. Guilt burned in her stomach for having gone after him when he was apparently just as emotionally fragile as Eljay. And of course he would be. Trying to convince someone that his son was dead would obviously be an emotionally devastating thing to do.

Which was yet another reason why he should have talked to Fin and Elwood first.

But on to less selfish thoughts.

In spite of Fin's desire to back away slowly and return to her pups, she pressed herself into Peregrine's side and nuzzled his cheek softly. It was a far more intimately affectionate gesture than she'd ever made before to him in all the years they'd been close, but on some level it didn't feel as uncomfortable as her mind had always thought it would be. She licked his cheek just beneath his eye after a moment, then finally added in a gently chiding tone, "Nut up, buddy."

It was an impressively inappropriate thing to say, but not much else could have been expected of her. "I have an army of infants over there that'll beat the shit out of you for being such a puss," Fin commented, smiling slightly and watching his face intently. Humor was one of the only two things she had to offer in awkward, tense situations like these, and with any luck she'd get a laugh out of him instead of more sobs. Otherwise she'd have to fall back to the second option - kicking his ass, and that seemed even less appropriate.