I don't want no green eggs and ham

Lillianna was oblivious to her little companion's absence, and remained that way through the entirety of his disappearance - that is, until he returned with a wolf in tow. Farrym himself felt pleased and relieved; maybe Lark could do something to make her feel better. The cat didn't know the very, very large wolf all too well, but he knew his wolf was friends with this one, so... that made the decision. Pausing at the entrance, he watched as the wolf crept into the den.

Lillianna stirred somewhat when the heat on her back suddenly cooled, green eyes blinking up at the shadowed figure in front of her. It was that figure, that shadowy demon, that made her cry out suddenly, flinching back away - not that she had anywhere to flinch, tight as she was curled up. What was that? A face swum in front of her eyes, and she shook her head roughly, her eyes nearly unseeing as she stared up at Lark, the familiar stranger whom she did not recognize. Then the creature, this demonic being, spoke her name and she startled again. Panting from just the little movement, she shook her head from side to side. "How do you know my name?" she rasped. "What are you? How did you get in here?" Was this the demon that killed Finch, spilling her blood so roughly across the harsh red ground? Was this the monster that tore her to shreds and poisoned her? She tried to growl, but with the wet, ragged cough that broke out at that point, she found herself unable to.

Farrym would whine, looking back at Lark, and then back at Lillianna; what on earth could he do? Say? No matter, the red wolf was already recovering from her cough this time, and was now successfully growling at Lark, a crazed look in her eyes. "Are you just here to taunt me, you demon? What? Killing her wasn't enough? Who are you after next? Lark? Well, I won't let you!" to her, her words were loud and clear; however, they probably sounded a bit muddled - hard to distinguish, but possibly clear enough. As if the sick wolf was a threat, with soft, almost inaudible growls intercepted with hacking coughs that would disable her, and the occasional pant for breath as her lungs protested a lack of air.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"