Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

She kept her mouth shut and attempted to reign in her obviously flighty emotions when he reacted in the expected fashion, feeling there was no reason to give him any further cause for aggression against her. Her grief, she supposed, was tied to the regret that she hadn’t really known Peregrine and now never would, but she managed to take some semblance of comfort in the fact that the caldera still felt like home even with the absence of the founding Alpha pair. She wasn’t even certain how it had happened, particularly where her disappearances were concerned, but realization crept upon her, ever so subtly and carefully, that she had not properly thanked the Blackthorns for all they had given her.
 
Shouldering the blatant insult and reminding herself that the true fight had always been between Peregrine and Charon, she was able to reply with a point-blank answer: “Finley and Elwood lead.”
 
And that was that — all the information she had to share was laid unceremoniously on the table, and she assumed that their discussion, however brief, had reached its end. She chanced a glance toward the direction she had intended, but thought better of her original pursuit and decided that if she was going anywhere that day it ought to be straight back home so long as Charon and his minions would allow it.