For love of family

Finch had been sitting in the den while Bass and Lark slept, pale blue eyes looking out for their mother. Wren had slipped away, and she had not been around to try and follow her. When a strange woman came towards the den, she squeaked and ducked back in, trying to hide from her. She looked a bit like a family member, but that didn't matter. Her father slipped out first, Lark following after. When Starling made himself know, she was going to dive and hide behind him until she heard her mother. Ears perked fully as she bolted from the den, streaking passed everyone else as she flung herself at her mothers limbs. She swung around her right leg, standing in between her mothers two front legs. As she started to walk, Finch kept pace as she waddled between her forelegs. Her mother called the brown female Motif, and asked if she where here to see nieces and nephews. What were nieces and nephews? Did you eat them? But Wren had said meet, not eat. A single brow raising she looked upwards to look at Wren, a question lingering in her eyes. Did she get to meet these nieces and nephews?