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Clover stepped up to greet her and Fin turned to do the same in kind, planting an obnoxious lick intentionally on the girl's eye socket. She looked at Towhee then, noting that her other daughter did not greet her, but instead was looking around as though she had expected some other company. Fin frowned thoughtfully at this, but looked attentively at Clover when the tattooed youth abruptly spoke her mind.

Finley blinked at her daughter, her expression blank for a moment. She was surprised to hear Clover express that opinion with such passion, but not because she disagreed. Quite the opposite. "Okay," she answered simply. After all, she had no intention of allowing Titmouse or any of his band anywhere near her pups as she didn't trust him at all either. It was actually a little gratifying that Clover had come to the same conclusion as she knew at least some amongst them must not be on the same page, seeing as he had been made pack once again.

That matter settled (in Fin's mind anyway), the beta looked at Towhee, wondering if she was here to play devil's advocate on the Titmouse situation.