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Fiadh and Clover were more than capable of dealing with a couple of enemies, of course—so says Fiadh, anyway. Still, she was eternally grateful when Finley popped out of the den. Her mother's mere presence was enough to cow at least the golden woman, whom Fiadh continued to glare at, because really, she should have respected the two adolescents enough to back off, too. After all, Niamh was an outsider in their pack, a former enemy, who should have been submitting to all of them on sight.

She wasn't family. She didn't get the same casual attitude as family.

She growled lowly as the newest Redhawk launched into a lecture, but all she did was pin her ears back and mutter, "trust you, yeah right." Fiadh was far more open to newcomers than her sister was, but these wolves had opposed them and threatened them upon their arrival to the plateau, so could she be blamed for wanting nothing to do with them? They had been enemies so how could they ever be friends? It seemed impossible to the young Blackthorn, who looked to Finley, hoping her lookalike mother would remind Niamh that she wasn't the boss and didn't get to tell Blackthorns what to do.