Redhawk Caldera Dance, Dance

Go see him. It was the simplest and most obvious answer possible, and yet it was the last one Fin had wanted to hear. She peered at her counselor reluctantly, her warm chocolate eyes full of sad. "But then he's gonna... look at me..." she whined, "...with his stupid face that's all.. stupid."

She heaved a sigh and frowned at a stick lying near Duti's paws. "Can't I just hire an assassin to go murder him?" If he were dead, it wouldn't be a problem anymore. Not that she was seriously considering that or anything.