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Fox had no idea what Finley was refering to, and for a moment, the Blackthorn felt a venomous taste in her mouth. It was stupid of her to have not derailed this conversation already for she knew there was nothing that could come of it that would make her feel better about what had happened between them. Fox was not going to apologize of her own volition, nor would she even begin to suspect that she had even done her best friend wrong. She was not that sort of wolf. Were roles reversed, Finley would not have been either.

Fin quirked a brow at her friend, the only response she would provide to her comment about Eljay. She loved her son and believed in him, in spite of what others might say of his weak, anxious nature. He had been the one to survive, and only Finley and Elwood would ever realize just what strength that meant he had. "I'll keep it in mind," Fin replied, attempting to sound as nonchalant as she could, "Being pregnant sure is a freaking suckfest though, isn't it? Fat, cranky, hungry, throw-uppy. Ugh, the kids are cute but the shit you have to go through to get to 'em." Literally, if she recalled correctly the parts her author did NOT wish to write out.