Viene fornito con il tempo

Starling padded through  the rather mushy lands of the plains. He could tell it was beginning to soak up into the earth, which was good. He didn't know how much longer he could live in the mud, how much more of this he could take. But really mud was the least of their worries, wasn't it? They had so much else to focus on... He would sigh softly and shake his head before continueing his search. He needed to find his wayward sister. The more time he spent with her, the more he knew that something wasn't right. That look in her eye...he knew it well, because it often reflected back at him. Starling was probably one of the least confident wolf in all of Abaven, but he had been lucky. It didn't take him long to find his niche, to find the one thing he was good at, and that he enjoyed. His entire life was devoted to his craft, his everything.

He knew Sparrow wanted to heal as well, but he had been so focused on his own that he hadn't helped his sister flourish and bloom. He seemed to be the first to know, only because he was usually the first to know things. He had known of the seige, and of Sin, because he had been the one to warn his father of the man. He had known of Finch, only because Bass had thought he had disappeared along with her. Lark seemed to know, because he was being groomed to be the heir. But oh, what about the other siblings? Finch...was so nervous, so anxious, she didn't know much. She was still a child at heart, and he knew she hadn't found her craft just yet. Shrike was so energetic and everywhere, but Starling knew that he would be a wonderful field medic. But Sparrow...he was concerned. So he was looking for her now, searching in the packlands first to see if he could find her here, before he sent Stella out to find her outside of the lands.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"