Disasters Abroad

Lark didn't know what to think of the meeting. It had all gone bad relatively quickly - but should he expect anything less from Abaven? It seemed like every other time that Bass called them together, something went wrong. This time, his mother had decided to show up. He hadn't yelled, hadn't cried, hadn't thrown a fit.. at least, only internally. His exterior had been stoic and serious, attempting to remain calm amidst all the angst of his siblings and packmates, knowing if he lost his cool that things would not end well. When Lark got upset, he got really upset, and today wasn't the day for that.

He wasn't in the mood to talk to his family right now. Surely Bass had a lot to talk to Wren about. Finch was likely still quite upset, but she was capable of taking care of herself - or finding someone that could help her. Lark made a mental note to check in with her later. His posture was stiff, and slightly dejected as he headed away from the meeting, unsure where he was headed.

He was partially surprised when he heard approaching pawsteps, and his head tilted to the side as his gaze sought out the source of the sound. Why had Lillie followed him?   "Hey," he'd say quietly, drearily, not feeling particularly enthused - though her company wouldn't hurt, which was funny because it would have once infuriated him.