Sun Mote Copse Hidalgo

Finley was quiet as the conversation began. She found herself irritated immediately that Niamh had called them here, only to be completely unhelpful. She swallowed the anger though and down the hatch it went with all the rest. How helpful had Fin been in the past few days either? She at least had left everyone else alone, though. But what did it matter. God, she missed her brother.

She didn't notice anyone attempting to approach her, nor did she see the glances cast her way. Her ears turned as her mate spoke. She felt a rush of affection for him that she also rejected. She didn't want to love anyone right now. She wanted to be angry. Anger helped her look away from all of this and allowed her the freedom to be unreasonable and irrational. She wanted to be out of control. It was easier to deal with the hurt when you didn't have to think so hard about it.

At that thought, Tegan came inexplicably into her mind, followed quickly by the rest of her kids. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why couldn't she just shut down and quit feeling? Why did being alive have to be so hard sometimes?

Finley said nothing to Elwood's comment, nor did she offer any suggestion of her own. She didn't know how she felt about someone stepping up to take control of the pack now that Colt was gone. She didn't know how she felt about staying here. Not just in the Copse, but on this side of the mountains in general. Their experiences since leaving the Caldera had been absolute shit. Titmouse, Fire, Wiffle, and now Colt. Fuck. Just... fuck.