Can't Say You Won't {MEETING}

She had been lingering in the borders the past week or so, feeling bad that she had been out exploring more than she had been home. But a lot of her siblings were missing, it seemed like Lark was the only litter mate around as well as the two younger ones. The pale girl felt bad about not spending a lot of time with her family, but it almost felt awkward now. She missed Starling, and she hadn't seen Sparrow around in awhile. Pipit's scent was almost completely gone from his den, but Merlin had been bounding around like usual. She was actually following his trail when she heard their fathers howl, her head slowly raising to look back towards the heart of the plains. Finch could just see him there now, sitting with his scrunchy disappointed face. It wasn't like she was without blame, she had Piper as her apprentice and she hadn't even called a training. Guilt tied her belly into a tight knot as she slunk towards the once-family den with her tail bouncing between her hocks.

It didn't take long to arrive, and she saw that Merlin had beat her here. She grinned at her little brother, walking over to try to nuzzle her nose against his cheek. He was always a bundle of energy, something that she was jealous of. "Hey Merlin," she said softly, before peeking up at Bass. Offering him a sheepish grin, she flopped down to her rump and tore her blue gaze away from him. She had seen enough in his features to know that he wasn't happy, so she instead focused on her brother. "Catch anything lately? All I have been able to get is a few snakes," Finch said, her nose wrinkling up at the thought. Snakes weren't too bad, they had all learned which ones to catch and which to leave alone, but they weren't the best staple in a wolf's diet.

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