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It probably should have bothered Finley more to have so many wolves not her pack staying in her territory. In hindsight, she should have set some limits and only allowed a couple of them to stay inside the borders and have the rest remain outside. But that was logic talking. Finlogic had deemed these wolves trustworthy, as she would any group of wolves that cared so much for her Wiffle. Trustworthy wolves were welcome in her book, especially if it meant Wildfire was given the time she needed to recover.

Then there was Eljay. That was a whole other thing.

It was actually her son Finley was seeking when she came to visit that day. By some miracle, she'd managed to escape the rendezvous site without any tears or tantrums from her four little elves who seemed to be desperate to check these Drageda wolves out. Actually, it was less of a miracle and more just good timing. They were napping.

Still, it was a mom win that Fin was thankful for, especially as she came around the bend of the creek and saw Betty (aka Thuringwethil) standing alone. Though it seemed this woman and Wildfire had kids of their own, the commander didn't seem like one who would have tolerated the rambunctious, shout-y behavior she allowed in her own little wildlings. Thus, it was probably for the best that said shouty wildlings were not in tow today.

"How's she doing today," Fin asked as she approached, a smile and wag of her tail sufficing as her greeting otherwise. She scanned the lawn for Eljay, still intent on speaking with him after she spared some time with good ol' Betty.