Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

They had spent the night before as though it was their last on earth. For all they knew, it could be. It had been one sweet moment of joy in the cruel, cold place her world had become over the past few months. Fin had been loathe to retreat from her mate's embrace, but there was work to be done. It was time.

The alpha crept towards Blackfeather with @Towhee and @Quixote, her mind focused completely on the task at hand. A lot had happened in these past few days that might have turned a younger Finley away from this endeavor entirely. But the woman had grown a great deal in her many years on this earth, and she had learned how to channel her distress into a tool for accomplishing her goals. Her anger and heartbreak over Lucy, resurfaced, was a whetstone to sharpen her rage at the Blackfeather beasts who would do what Lucy's kidnapper had done - Steal a child, warp it into something defeated and frightened, steal its memories of the only good things it had ever known. They had to die. They all had to die. Her Lucy might not be dead, but Finley was no less angry for what the world had done to her little Spot.

Finley's lips peeled back as the scent of their borders and the sight of the gore strewn about them greeted her. It was further proof that these bastards were a bunch of sick fucks that needede desperately to be put out of their misery. She didn't hesitate at them for even a second though as she wove past and stepped into claimed lands. She paused only to make certain Towhee and Quixote followed, giving herself an extra few seconds to spend looking at her goddaughter. She would be watching this one like a hawk, knowing the girl was vulnerable with her disability. Not so vulnerable as one might think, though.

She looked away from her companions into the inky dark of the Woods and stepped forward again.