Finch skipped through the thickets, hot on her brothers trail. It had been a bit since they last spoke, and it was about time that they had a little conversation. She didn't forget about him and Lillie stumbling in, and she had yet to speak to her friend as well. But Lark was on her mind now, Civetta flying over head to see if she could spot his brown form first. There was a smile on her face, her steps light as she tracked him down. It had been awhile since she had seen Tib, but that didn't dampen her mood. There were more pups in Abaven now, and Bass seemed to be in a lot of a better mood than usual. How could she let any of that get her down? Letting out a soft laugh, she jumped up on a rock and stood tall and proud. "Fratello! So che sei là fuori!" Finch called, rolling her r's with more gusto than usual. If he wanted to turn this into a little game, she would easily track him down ant bite his butt. After all, that is what her rank was all about. Squinting her pale eyes, she scanned the thick grasses. You'd think that a big wolf would be easy to find!
Lark hadn’t spent time with his sister in awhile. Truthfully, though, he hadn’t been spending much time with anyone other than himself lately. He hadn’t realized she had been trailing after him either, his attention captured by his wandering thoughts as he navigated through the thicket. Only when her voice reached his ears did he notice her presence. Initially he was a bit startled, and swung around quickly to find her - but his surprise quickly gave way to an easy smile as he gazed fondly at his sister.
She stood on a rock nearby, searching for him it seemed. A chuckle fell from his lips as he found her standing above the thick grasses, and he let out a gentle bark to alert her to his presence. His expression was bright as he padded in her direction, his front legs landing on the rock and elevating his upper half. Leaning up to her, he attempted to gentle nuzzle the fur of her chest - barely reaching her. ”You called for me, sister?” He asked, his grin growing a bit. He was quite glad that he’d gotten to know more Italian - he’d found it a bit dull when he was much younger, but sharing something unique with his siblings and his father pleased him greatly now. He had grown accustomed now to switching between the two languages without realizing it. ”How’s the day treating you?”
