Shrike would frown a bit as Lark answered, the suggestion almost hurting. Was he trying to hard? It was something that Shrike hadn’t thought of, and he would lower his gaze as his brother went on. “Maybe you’re right.” The young man would say gently. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as trying to hard but... Maybe there is. I guess I wanted for so long to become a use to the pack that I let myself be blinded in enjoying anything else.” The young man would lift his gaze back to Lark’s own.
“I’ve always been worried about not being good enough for Abaven... That I’d be the weak link within the pack.” Shrike would pause. “Lark... Do you think we’ll go to war with that pack that took down Threar?” He’d ask, his voice oddly quiet. “I know it’s a bit sudden to ask but... I’m a bit worried... Worried what will happen to us if we don’t act... Or even if we do.”
