Heron Lake Plateau If we pass in the night then just hand me a light

Fin had to bite her tongue to keep herself from not interrupting the story. She knew about the  Blackfeather stuff, mostly. At least, she knew what she cared to know. In any event, it hadn't been what she'd been asking after, but Colt did eventually get to that point. Niamh was a dumb slut. That answered the question succinctly enough for her.

Finley found her gaze trailing to Eljay, whom she watched thoughtfully for a silent moment. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to feel any anger towards Niamh for being a whore or towards Colt for deciding to bail. Somewhere along the line, she'd figured out that she couldn't control what happened around her, and she definitely couldn't keep those she loved with her no matter how tightly she grasped. Her wayward kids were proof of that.

Plus, he'd said he was going home. The news was far easier to swallow knowing he wasn't wandering off into the wild blue yonder where she'd never know what happened to him. He was going home. She could be okay with that.

Not that she’d just go down without a fight. 

”So your girlfriend’s a little slut. Why does that mean you have to go?” Fin asked. She narrowed her eyes, but was distracted when she spotted Quixote. It made her think of the other part of his statement. ”And the pack doesn’t care more about killing Blackfeathers. Towhee does. This pack is more than just her." 

Fin frowned a bit, uncomfortable with her own words. Somewhere along the lines, she had come to realize that there might be a small problem with Towhee's leadership style. She'd tried to temper the rash decisions and the ...uh... unforgiving-ness out of her, but the older and more independent Towhee got, the more Fin could see how her efforts hadn't totally worked. Not that she'd ever admit it.