Sun Mote Copse i've seen her kick in a door before.

Fin didn't entirely believe the pup when she said it wasn't her brothers who had inspired the query. Penn and Crow both seemed to have inherited the same spirit that had infected all four from her third litter. They would've done her wildlings proud, if only any of them had stuck around to meet them. Sugar and Avery seemed more like her second litter--sweet, caring, and wonderfully peaceable. 

She nodded in agreement to Sugar's ascertion, though she couldn't help but mention her other children now that her mind was on them. "You should've met your two older sisters--Fiadh and Clover," Fin commented with a grin, "They were little hellions like your brothers. Clo would've made Pox seem like a saint." It didn't seem fair that so many of them would never know each other. It made her feel quite blessed that she had known them all.

Finley paused when Sugar did, glancing down at the pawprint the pup had unearthed. "And how d'you know that?" she asked as she followed. She didn't think her daughter was wrong, but she did wonder if she actually knew it was Fenn's or if she had simply come to that conclusion because it was what she was after.