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"I know," Elwood replied, his own sign mirroring Finley's. He frowned sympathetically at the mention of Colt; it was a shame that he had departed from the Redhawks, but Elwood hadn't necessarily been surprised when he heard the news. Colt had disagreed with Towhee's leadership from the start, and didn't even seem to like her as a wolf -- whether or not that was explicitly because of her disability, he wasn't sure. He liked his brother in law, and he wished he had stayed, but at the end of the day Colt was just as unpredictable as Finley. (And while she had settled down considerably, she still did things like retire without consulting her mate.)

He reached out to touch her shoulder gently with his nose in an attempt to reassure her. As he withdrew, he said, "Would a punching bag help? Do you still have some anger to get out?" It was a legitimate offer, but the corner of his lips twitched upward as he spoke. This was just another obstacle thrown in their path that they would overcome, just like all of the others.