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The question came, just as Fin had expected. The pang of remorse she felt in that moment, however, was unexpected. She'd thought there'd be some relief for her in putting some finality on this ever-lingering issue of Towhee's desire to rise into the leadership ranks. Maybe it was to come in the next few weeks, or maybe days. Hell, maybe in a few minutes when all was said and done and the girl had her answer, finally. The alpha gave a smile to her goddaughter, taking one last moment to view her as the sweet, happy little pup she had known for so long before taking the dive.

"No, Towhee," she answered, "You can't be our beta."

She and Elwood had spoken at length about it, numerous times in fact. And not just recently - before the war had even begun, or it had even been talked about. The conflict with Blackfeather had certainly changed the conversation in many ways. It had certainly sped the timeline up, but the final conclusion had always been the same. Towhee had grown and matured in many ways. She wasn't a child anymore, and to lead was in her blood. Finley had always tried to nurture that in her, by encouraging her in some ways and deterring her in others. She couldn't help but think in looking at her now that she'd done her job pretty damn well. But still, there simply was no way that Fin could allow her to serve as their beta.

"...because I need you to be our alpha," she finished.