Lost Creek Hollow this group happens to have a multi-year plan.

oh, sionnach would give them something alright. a piece of her mind, which had been steadfastly made in the eternity in which her parents' had abandoned her. yup, she had puh-lenty of time in the eons she had been abandoned to decide that if her parents ever came crawling back, she would disown them (don't worry, she'll also forget in a week this ever happened). living up to the frostfur in her family name, sionnach deigned only to rotate a single ear as the excited howl of her mother came, followed by the joyous voice of her father.

nope, not having it.

sionnach stifled her instinct, which told her she should be over the moon to see her parents again. she went so far as to scooch her butt over and firmly sit on her traitor tail, which had a mind of its own and was ostensibly wagging in spite of her most spiteful efforts.

she sniffed in disdain, eyeballing her parents the way one might spare a glance towards a criminal. keeping her little nose tilted up in superiority, sionnach spoke in an astoundingly icy tone for a puppy: "gannet is my new mommy and daddy now," she announced with a cold shutter of her long lashes, rising on her stumpy legs and turning her back to her (poor and saintly) parents.