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It had felt as though life shouldn't keep moving along after Wildfire's death--that it should have just stopped right there and done a full reset. It hadn't though, of course. It just kept right on going, and little by little, the loss of the pack's founder became a little less debilitating. It would always be painful, that was one thing that would never change. But they were learning how to live with that pain, learning where to keep it so it wouldn't stop them from moving forward.

Overall, Fin was pleased with their decision to invite the younger Blackthorn generations to come live with them. She liked being this close with her grandkids, and she liked being there in those moments when their hurt slipped out of place and weighed them down so she could help them put it back. She hoped the arrangement was helping them to recover, meanwhile she knew that it was helping her to have them so near and to have them to give her attention to.

Speaking of which. Finley smiled to see her grandson falling asleep with his little toy snuggled close to him. If she'd had a camera, she would've taken a photo of him sleeping like that and put it up on instagram. As it was, she merely snuck close to him to plant a very soft kiss on his shoulder. She didn't want to wake up, but good lord did she love him and need to unleash some bit of the immense affection that swelled in her at the sight of him so peaceful and silly like this.