here we go again

Lark was used to just being himself, without any worry how his matter-of-fact way of speaking might hurt or offend someone. "I'd hope not," he would reply plainly. If she had meant to get herself hurt, that would exceed any level of stupidity he'd ever heard of. "Don't think I like that pack anyway. My stupid aunt went there and Dad tried to get her to come home but she wouldn't." His voice took on a sharper edge as he recalled the limited experience he'd had to form his opinion of the pack. It wasn't favorable, and knowing they had attacked one of Abaven's members - even if it was provoked - didn't really help his opinion much.

He fell into comfortable silence once again, content to hear the sound of the water rushing over the rapids. Silence was almost never awkward to him, it was only calming. "What happened after?" Lark would ask after a long moment of careful consideration. "Like did you get in trouble? Or did she?" He knew for sure that his dad wouldn't be impressed if he'd gone and picked a fight, and he certainly wouldn't be happy either if someone hurt him so badly..