Redhawk Caldera burn it to the ground.

It made little sense, but Finley didn't need for it to in order to let the flames of the anger tickle at the base of her heart. Trick admitted to knowing already of what had happened to her Lucy. He blamed his lack of action on the fact that he wanted to make sure their caches were full before going. It was a flimsy excuse in her ears. She could fill the caches. She, who had been forced to stay behind while her mate was off searching for their daughter. She could fill the caches. She wasn't able to do anything better.

It was the bitterness talking, and she knew it. "Thank you," Fin murmured, shoving down the unwarranted comments that rose in her mind. Her eyes fell on Liffey, who was prostrating herself at Trick's paws. Her brow furrowed in confusion, wondering why her kid was acting like that. With a low chuff, she called her daughter back to her. Liffey rolled quickly to all four paws and she bounded to her mother's side, planting a kiss upon her face before snuggling between her forelegs and against her chest with a happy purr.

Fin looked at Trick. "Let me know when you go," she said after nudging her greyscale daughter even closer against her with heartfelt tenderness, "I just.. I like knowing that others are out there looking for her."