Sun Mote Copse Hidalgo

Fin listened quietly as her packmates discussed what they ought to do next, though her thoughts rebelled against allowing her attention to linger on the topic at all. She reminded herself that it was important; that she needed to care for the sake of her children. But fuck, did she not want to. She wanted to retreat again. She wanted to wander off into the Wilds and not look back. Not forever, of course. Just for a while. It was just too soon for all of this. He had just died, for gods sake.

Fuckin' Colt.

It was Eljay's protests that really brought her out of her own head. For the first time, she lifted her gaze to settle it thoughtfully on her son. He had no real suggestions for how to make it work for the pack here in the Copse, but he was adamant that they try. She could understand why. She had once upon a time held onto the Caldera when it no longer made any sense to do so for very similar reasons. That was where Peregrine and Fox had been. That was where she'd met Elwood and where their children had been born. That was where she'd once upon a time been happiest.

Maybe they shouldn't have left.

It was too late for that though, wasn't it?

Fin was quiet and listless again until Niamh finished speaking, at which point her anger flared for reasons she wasn't entirely certain of. It wasn't like she wanted to lead--she'd made it pretty damn clear over the last couple of years that she wanted nothing to do with leadership actually. Still, she was inexplicably irked by being overlooked, and also inexplicably struck by the wish that Elwood had stepped up. Did she not trust Wraen? She liked Wraen, but did the girl have it in her to lead three families she was just barely related to? Did that matter? Did Fin care? All good questions, none of which she had any desire to dig further into just then.

So, as usual, she said nothing. Let them decide and be done with it. Then she could return to her solitude and continue being angry and miserable until there was nothing left in her system to feel.