Heron Lake Plateau under stars

Can y'all remove this old lady from PPC please and thank you? :)

Finley had whined about coming back. She was old, she was tired, she was spent. She'd had a billion babies and really, wasn't the pack just sick of her already? But Elwood had given her that look, and the very brief protest she'd had inside of her own mind was over. With a shrug, she agreed to join them again, seated herself beside her old man, and looked around with tired, curious eyes.

I honestly have no idea what's happened since we last saw Finley, but my understanding is that it was a lot. They seemed to have gotten themselves to a quiet-ish point though, and for that, the old Blackthorn was grateful. She looked at each of the wolves that had been collected, thrilling once again over the fact that nearly all of them were Blackthorns, or they were at least married to one. Or they were a Redhawk, which might as well be the same thing these days. In any event, it was all family as far as the eye could see. Some newer, some older, but all a part of the legacy.

Fin grinned secretly at the thought and leaned into her mate's shoulder. Subtly, she lifted her chin to his ear and whispered, "I'm glad we're not dead yet," before lowering her muzzle again to watch and wait for this show to start.