Redhawk Caldera lazy afternoons

Peregrine rejected her words and fell even deeper into his misery. Finley frowned as he moved away from her again, thoughtfully considering what to do next. Consoling him seemed like the best option, but her methods of condolence didn't seem to be working all that great. The idea of trying to soothe him in a sincere fashion appealed to her on a basic level, but to actually act upon it left her feeling lost and confused. What would she say? What would she do? Honestly, the only other option she could think of was to fuck him into silence, and that was not about to be a thing.

"Peregrine," Fin said finally, abandoning the idea of trying to comfort him with sweetness and falling to the second of her options, "You have got to get out of your head. We're all hurting from what happened to Peter, but dwelling on it doesn't do shit for anyone and you have three other kids that need you to show them how to be strong." She breathe deeply, thinking then quite suddenly of her own first litter. It was different she knew, because she had never known the kids that she lost. But did that make it easier? Or did it make it worse?

"I've lost kids too, man. At least you got to know Peter and he got to know how much you loved him," she commented, softer, "Elwood and I never got the chance. Be thankful for what you had and if you need to fall apart, then do it, get it done, and then quit being a bitch."