Whitewater Gorge Floating

finley: google what is “sympathy”

The responses to her confession were interesting, to say the least. Colin’s remark had Finley raising her head with fleeting pride; being a “capable soldier” was a baseline minimum, as far as she was concerned, but she wouldn’t turn down external affirmation. But Derg offered a gentle smirk and the implication it was her “teacher’s” fault for… failing her? Nonsense.

Before Finley could figure out how to respond without implying the older wolf was, at best, misguided, Derg continued with a shake of his head and gestured towards Donovan. If Donovan thought… She forced down a scoff. Of course Donovan didn’t think her “beyond help.” Far as Finley knew, anyone had a home with the Saints, if they were willing to fight for it. What was the purpose of Derg’s comments, then? Was he suggesting she’d been taken in out of pity? But then he wouldn’t have assumed, correctly, that she’d fought Donovan—

Pity. Ah, so the tables were turned. Finley would have to challenge Derg on it, but he shifted attention back to Colin and she bit her tongue. Right, yes, back to him; she was already slipping, her tail drawing to a standstill and gait shifting with underlying agitation. Let Colin speak first, tell more of his own history, and then Finley would set the record straight should the opportunity arise.