all I hear are screams

*Lark* · 02-01-2016, 09:54 PM

Lark didn't really know what to think about anything. He'd been consumed by anger for some time now; a blind rage that he kept contained, masked by his typical grumpy and stubborn nature. At first, he'd been really damn confused about the time he'd spent with Lillie away from home, but not long after they returned they'd had something far more difficult to deal with: Finch.

She'd been poisoned. She was very sick, very fragile, and - someone had poisoned her! The very thought made him sick to his stomach, made his mind cloud with red-hot rage. He really didn't know what to do to help her, other than be there for her, which he was more than happy to do. On the days he felt aimless, he'd gone wandering the borders, as though waiting for the woman that had hurt Finch to reappear and try to hurt her again. And boy, was he ready to defend her.

Tonight's sleep was just as restless as most had been as of late. He had managed to barely drift off, lingering somewhere on the cusp of both the sleeping world and the waking one, when the frantic pawsteps approaching his den. He'd shift slightly onto his stomach, tired eyes blinking as he peered toward his den's entrance, wondering who it might be, and wondering if something might be wrong. He hadn't expected it to be Lillie though; they hadn't talked much since their trip. He still had Finch's basket sitting at the back of his den, as he'd been waiting for the right moment to give it to her. "Everything okay?" he'd ask warily, noting the air of worry in her voice.

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