Dreamland

Brush would rustle not far from her, and without opening her eyes, she'd angle her ears towards the sound, nose sniffing the air. Was it Farrym...? No, she could smell him in the other direction, passed out in the den. He hadn't yet awoken. It would take only a moment longer and she'd catch a whiff - Lark. A spark of annoyance would appear, and she'd deliberately keep her head turned away from the male, though one of her ears was still flicked slightly back.

She wasn't sure how she felt about Lark. On one paw, he had understood her and had been blunt after she recieved her scar and a couple months after that. On the other paw, he was too damn possessive over Finch. On yet another paw, he was rather amusing. On the last paw she had no freaking clue.

So when she heard a lack of movement, she figured he was standing nearby. "Lark," she said evenly, his name a greeting right before she turned her head, glittering green eyes laying on his brown form. She said nothing more, though her head tilted, and she would incline her head to the rocks, a clear invitation. Might as well; it would rather be difficult for her to become angry at this current moment. Perhaps, with luck, her and Lark may be able to regain that easiness that was there prior to the... Finch incident.

"speech"