Since she'd spent the past season... not really doing jack shit, Lillianna felt mildly bad. Even Lark she hadn't spent much time with - it'd been mostly... her, by herself, simply observing things and not really doing anything. Hunting small game for herself, curling up in the den It was a lackluster existence for sure, but it was a rut she was stuck in and one she wasn't sure how to get out of.

For some reason, Sparrow hadn't sought her out. After all the accusations, after all the chaos, Sparrow hadn't done anything further with it. Why? What was Sparrow planning? It seemed since becoming pack leader Sparrow had become... significantly less crazy and paranoid about everything and everyone. To be honest, she didn't really want to question it further.

Restlessness and the onset of something she'd become familiar with - the desires and stirrings of heat - caused her to move, to walk around. Also, curiosity. There was a family in Abaven that was... not Abaven. They were just residing in the pack lands. Obviously, it was authorized, or else they wouldn't be there - but she was wondering. Why? Perhaps she'd run into them? Or perhaps Lark again.

Sparrow had been swept up in becoming something of an alpha so much so that she hadn't really had the time to catch up on past drama. It didn't help that as soon as she became alpha, but Lillianna and Vali became all but nonexistant in pack life.

Speaking of which, she needed to talk to them about that before she called a meeting.

Sparrow guessed the day was in her favor because she came across a fresh scent trail of Lillianna's. Sparrow followed it until she found the woman. She held her ground; a proud alpha.

"Lillianna," she said. "It's nice to see you up and about."

Her voice held none of the warmness the comment should hold.

"We need to talk."