Nightingale

Finch skipped through the thickets, hot on her brothers trail. It had been a bit since they last spoke, and it was about time that they had a little conversation. She didn't forget about him and Lillie stumbling in, and she had yet to speak to her friend as well. But Lark was on her mind now, Civetta flying over head to see if she could spot his brown form first. There was a smile on her face, her steps light as she tracked him down. It had been awhile since she had seen Tib, but that didn't dampen her mood. There were more pups in Abaven now, and Bass seemed to be in a lot of a better mood than usual. How could she let any of that get her down? Letting out a soft laugh, she jumped up on a rock and stood tall and proud. "Fratello! So che sei là fuori!" Finch called, rolling her r's with more gusto than usual. If he wanted to turn this into a little game, she would easily track him down ant bite his butt. After all, that is what her rank was all about. Squinting her pale eyes, she scanned the thick grasses. You'd think that a big wolf would be easy to find!

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