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Finley's gaze lifted to her son's face as he began to explain what had happened after he'd left. And, more importantly, why'd he'd gone in the first place. In spite of everything, she found herself feeling proud of what her son had managed to accomplish while he'd been gone. She hadn't known the commander of Drageda for very long, but felt more than certain that to earn a place in her ranks was no easy feat. While she had doubted her son's ability to survive on his own outside of a pack, she had never doubted his usefulness inside of one. His skills were of the gentler sort, but no less valuable than those of hunters and warriors - which were rather abundant, considering the natural qualities of their species. It just took someone without their head stuck up their own ass to see it.

She was liking Betty more and more every day.

Elwood spoke her sentiments before she could - that Eljay had never been a bother to them. "We're both proud of you," she said finally. She was still uncertain about how she felt towards him leaving them in the first place, but one thing was very clear: it had been for the best. For him, at least, and that was really all that mattered to Fin.