The Floodlands a seal didn't bite your linus off, did it?

When Colt moved away and bid her farewell, Finley simply gazed at him. She couldn't trust herself to speak, knowing that she would just cry and embarrass herself in front of her brother. And if this was actually the last time they saw each other, then she wanted to look... Well, she wanted to look like a two year old (which isn't weird cause they're wolves). She wanted to be young and lively and full of the fire she had been back in their prime. That Finley would never have cried.

Truth be told, that Finley would've beaten the hell out of him for being such a dick and run him out of there herself. So maybe it was better that this Finley was the one to see him off. Old, crippled, and weighed by responsibility she may be, but at least she could say good bye with warmth instead of frigid rage.

Fin lingered for a few moments after Colt turned away from her before turning herself. She didn't head immediately back to the Plateau, instead deciding to take a bit of time to exhaust her own emotions before facing Towhee again. She didn't want her goddaughter to know how deeply her decision had hurt, so she would wait until the hurt had subsided enough to hide before going home again.