Whoops.

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.