Redhawk Caldera you and me were kids.

After Fin's attack upon the stick came to its grand final - her flinging the branch with all her might into the wind - she stood huffing and glaring off into the darkness where it bounced and skittered to a stop a few yards away. She panted heavily, unaware that her mate was steadily approaching from behind. Her thoughts were a million miles away, wherever Liffey was (hopefully not quite so far as a million miles, but Fin couldn't resist the hyperbole).

Her ears twitched when she finally picked up on Elwood's approach, but she didn't turn to look at him. She glared hard into the dark, only dipping her muzzle to her paws when he spoke gently to her. It was a great moment for her tohp say something introspective or thoughtful about parenting. She could have explained her feelings towards Liffey's behavior lately and how it spoke to the distance between them and the ever growing wall that divided them. Fin could have been honest about how terrible it made her feel and sought comfort from her mate's wisdom and encouragement about this situation.

But.

"Your daughter," she said with an exasperation that paired nicely with her incredulity, "This is the third time this week she has ignored her curfew. She's just.. she's so irresponsible and thoughtless. I just don't know what to do about her."

Fin took a deep breath and fumed while somewhere her own mother was doing the most epic of eye rolls.