Redhawk Caldera i may be crazy, don't mind me.

Finley always found herself missing her daughter. No matter what the scenario during her day, she was constantly pausing to consider how much improved the situation would have been with Liffey here. Her daughter was funny, clever, sweet and friendly - all things that complimented Fin's day-to-day life perfectly. In this particular scenario, Liffey's natural calm and empathy would have been incredibly helpful. She had a way of diffusing situations simply by being there. She got it from her dad, who was trying his best to calm Eljay, but it seemed he could have used some back up as her eldest son simply would not be calmed.

Fin felt him reach for her again and jerked her muzzle away. She fought down the snarl, but knew the little action she'd taken would be enough to set him off the deep end. "I said stop it," she growled instead, hating herself that she couldn't keep control of her emotions, "That's enough. You're an adult, Eljay. You have to stop acting like this." Her eyes shifted to her mate, pleadingly. She didn't know what to do. Lagan was shrinking fearfully, murmuring apologies and watching with anxious eyes. She wasn't handling this well. She needed to handle this better. She needed to be better. But it was all she could do to not have a complete meltdown. What the hell was she supposed to do?