Things needed to be said, to clear the air. She was still ruffled by the fact her parents were here and in charge. She dreaded things would just go back the way it had once been. Had it not been their mother that had drove Song away and eventually her and her brother with also the fact to find Song too? She still held a grudge against her parents, still felt bitter. She might not have been as out spoken as Howl was but she had found her voice in the time she had left her home pack. She had changed much and it seemed her parents could not get over that fact every time they spoke, given it wasn't often.
She had left the den to get some fresh air at dawn. Atlas stayed behind to watch over the den, a habit he seemed very fond of since he had met the pups. The barn owl might never admit it but she knew he adored the three pups. He was very protective of them and often brought mice for them or a few of his feathers. This her time alone she thought maybe it would be a good idea to talk to her parents, one on one. She set out for their den, her bad leg aching slightly from use. She could put her full weight on it but it still hurt but it was slowly getting stronger. Her only regret about it was that she would forever have a slight limp to her step.
It wouldn't take her too long to get there but once at the den she slowed to a slinking like pace. Unsure if she should wake them if they weren't up. She shook her head, heck with it, if she didn't do it now she might not get another chance. Straightening up she gave a bark before striding into view of the den."Father, Mother, I need to speak with you."
