The Floodlands a seal didn't bite your linus off, did it?

Her grin returned at his response. It was so like him to make light in such a shit situation. Of course, she was attempting to do the same, but they were siblings after all. They had their dad to blame for that. In any case, Fin gave him a frown, assuming that he had meant her when referring to the head honcho that would be a jackass right back at him. She'd argue if it wasn't perfectly true. Finley would never have thrown him out for this had she been the alpha he'd attempted to attack and then shouted at about her ineptitudes. But Colt was her brother. He'd spent most of his life attacking her and then shouting at her, and she knew it was nothing to take personally.

Towhee, however, did not. And Towhee was alpha. Finley knew she couldn't override her declaration by taking him back and reinstating his rank. He had majorly disrepected the alpha, and that was very different than majorly disrespecting his sister. Fin held hope still that the damage could be repaired, but she knew it would not be now. Colt was too stubborn, and Towhee's hold on her rank apparently too tumultuous. So, she simply leaned into the hug, nuzzling the fur upon his shoulder with a tiny whine.

"You'll only be public enemy number one if you dont stop by again," Fin reassured him, her throat tightening with emotion. What if this was the last time she saw him? No. It couldn't possibly be. She wouldn't let it be. "I will murder you so fucking dead if you don't," she warned him, her voice cracking slightly.