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Liffey threw a mother-fuckin fit when Lagan mishandled the leaves she’d given him. Why were all of Finley and Elwood’s children so… weak? Fox twisted her face into mild disgust when they complained at each other, trying to remember if any of her children had been so awful. Whip had been an idiot, and Ferret had been a dick, but none of her own had whined nearly as much. Maybe they knew it wouldn’t get them anywhere in life. The Blackthorns, on the other hand, seemed to use it to get anything and everything. It explained why Eljay had turned out the way he did.

Elwood instructed Lagan to stop, and the boy did so, though Fox wasn’t entirely convinced that he was going to stop for good. ”I think so,” Fox replied. She had always been more of a homebody, but it had been nice to get out. ”They were a little iffy at first, but I think getting out and seeing the world did them some good.” She idly wondered if any of the Blackthorn kids would get that itch someday… assuming they were ever allowed to break free from their invisible parental leash.