Its not a purse

Starling sighed again, staring down at the grass. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. No, not at all. He almost wanted to cry, but he just took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Well, guess that's it. He moved to take a step back, lifting his gaze back to her. Just packmates, huh? Well, he might be able to live with that. Right? He stared at her for a long second, just watching as she looked away from him. "I d-didn't tell.." He whispered almost childishly, his brows pinched. He didn't want anyone to know Lillianna had hurt him, for her sake. He knew that Bass wouldn't have taken kindly to it, not to even mention Lark. And besides, he deserved it. "S-so you don't...have t-to worry." He whispered then, his head lowering and his eyes shifting away again before he began to turn to leave her to her rest.

And then she spoke again, and he looked back at her, meeting her gaze with his own. He just looked absolutely defeated. "H-herb h-hunting...t-trying to f-find s-som-mething e-else th-that might help F-finch..." He murmured softly, glancing to the pool near them. "N-no luck though. S-so I'll...go back to the p-packlands, s-so you c-can rest." He said softly, taking another step back. He didn't like this, at all..

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"