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*Lark* · 09-26-2015, 09:31 PM

Though Lark was generally serious, it was difficult to contain a small grin from creeping onto his lips when he greeted his father. He returned the expression with a slow nod of respect, his tail flicking lightly behind him. Quickly he spoke to him, saying that a lot had happened. Curious, his ears pricked forward, his eyes shining with interest. Before he could even think to ask, Bass would begin to explain what he meant. Novella had lost Threar. He knew that they had some family there, even if they were distant family, but the loss of them was still a bit disconcerting.

Considering it, he wrinkled his nose, eyeing his father still. Though he looked down at his father, just slightly, he felt infinitely young compared to him and figured he always would. The thought of battling the wolves that had taken Threar was surprising to him, but he felt a swell of pride deep within his chest at the thought. "Will I be allowed to fight?" He asked quickly, not even considering the fact that Abaven might not want to fight. Why wouldn't they? His voice was eager and his ears perked excitedly at the prospect of being allowed to go to war. It was even more surprising that Allen had left over this before Bass hadn't even discussed it with the pack. He couldn't imagine leaving Abaven over something so silly, even if he disagreed with it entirely. Shows where his loyalty really lies, he thought bitterly to himself, With himself, not with Abaven. He'd never disliked Allen, but he felt a swell of displeasure rising in his throat at the thought of someone leaving their home, their family, so easily.

What did he think of the matter? "I think we should go to war," he started surely, after considering it for a moment. "Some of Threar was family to us, so it only makes sense to do that," he offered with a shrug. The possibility of fighting was exciting to him too, and he had no doubt that Abaven would be victorious, so why wouldn't they fight?

The talk of his future seemed to be on Bass's mind too. His brows furrowed as the words washed over him, his mind reeling in a different direction. The thought of leading had never crossed his mind, though defending his family and pack was something that he could imagine doing easily. But actually being a leader? He wasn't sure if he would fit the role well, not like his dad did. "I don't know," he admittedly slowly, but honestly. "Do you think I'd be good for it? I just never thought about it much."

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