Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger {Meeting}

She had been dragged out of the den by her brother, her little squeaks of protest had fallen on deaf ears. The little girl let out a loud huff but trudged after him, after all she had been left alone at the den again. She was about to skip over to a pretty purple flower when their fathers howl cut though the landscape. Her head snapped up just as her brothers did, there was something very different about the sound of his call... As much as she liked being out with Starling, she knew that that howl meant business. Clinging to the brown and white male on their way home, her wide blue eyes found the strange silver woman as she left, her fur standing on end. There was something very evil about that lady, very dark and icky. It made her skin crawl, so as soon as she saw Wren she was off. Letting out a loud yip she dashed under her Aunty Motif before she sat, trying to shove herself between Wren's legs before her access was cut off by her aunty. There was a strange man sitting with her momma, and Finch quickly looked up at him. Way up! He was sooooo big! And... blue? Shaking her head she turned her attention to Starling as he told their father why they were late. Daddy seemed to be mad, and why was Lark upset? She whined again, lifting a paw and gently pressing it against Lark's own. Was this why they were all called here? Did something bad happen? Trying to find Lark's gaze, the girl searched to see if he held the answer.