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Fin smirked at her goddaughter's response, nodding with a slight shrug. Towhee was nothing if not bad ass. The simple fact that she had survived this long with her disability was proof enough of that. And then there was her unamused face - that thing could stop anyone dead in their tracks.

She quirked a brow as the girl continued, asking about her and Elwood's positions now that they had relinquished their rule of the pack to her. They had determined already that they would step down together, and also that it would likely be back to their old positions as betas, if Towhee would have them. The fact that it came from the now-alpha as a question made her grin - an expression that brightened as she thought it through and then made it into the command it always could have been.

"Good, you're catching on already," Fin said with a chuckle, "And yes, we'll be your betas. We've had a lot of pratice at that." She was not foolish enough to think that Towhee wouldn't need any help in her new role. She would need plenty, and her godparents would always be there to offer it whether she made them her betas or her omegas. Though the latter would be quite the unexpected dick move.