All of my demons are kicking and screaming but I’ll never leave them behind

Lark, admittedly, was not a hard wolf to find. It was rare to find him outside of Abaven territory, and even more rare to find him far from his home. Being elusive was not a trait he had ever possessed, and likely not one he would ever acquire. He made no effort to conceal the sound of his pawsteps slapping the earth as he moved, trailing along the borders aimlessly. Patrolling was a monotonous task, but a necessary one, and as he moved he found his mind drifting to the conversation he'd had recently with his father. Did he have the traits of a leader, like Bass did? Sure, he was confident and proud, and he cared for nothing more than his family.. but was that enough?

His attention shifted quickly when he heard Shrike's call ring out across the lands. It surprised him a bit; he didn't get called from any of his siblings often, as he was usually close enough when necessary. Curious - and feeling a bit anxious that something might be wrong - Lark would quickly move in his brother's direction, his pace increasing to a quick trot. When the other male came into sight, his tail would flick contentedly behind him, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Hey Shrike," he'd greet him gently as he approached, his brows pulling together as he examined him thoroughly. "What's up?"