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

sionnach's spine was coolly turned away, sharp as the ridge of a tack. the only thing that blew the cover of her feigned indifference of her parent's arrival was the jealous squint she gave both her older siblings as they galloped by and greeted their abandon-mongering parents like spineless little labradors. enjoy your abandonment issues, dicks.
 
sionnach huffed mightily; it really was incredibly difficult being the only frostfur that stuck to her values, but it wasn't her fault that her siblings had all the constitution of a wilted oak leaf.

well, except for aengus. he was alright, in this specific moment, if only because their causes were momentarily united. sionnach unfurled from her sitting position with the most dramatic sigh she could muster and then began to slink away. she was fully intending to ignore her parents, but she was not a wolf that could let someone else get away with the last word, and she fell for their taunts in a way they maybe did not anticipate.

whipping her head around, her eyes alight with insulted flame, sionnach's furious gaze raked across the four adults and she spat a huffy "ganney hugs better," before roughly tilting her nose skyward and marching off.