but you never close the door

Hm. She seemed amused at his discomfort, which elicited a slight frown from him and a quiet huff as he settled down to the ground. Truthfully, it made him feel even stranger, but he wouldn't admit it to her out loud. He knew about this sort of thing.. about women being in heat and whatnot, but he didn't know how to actually talk about it, and talking about it with Lille of all wolves seemed totally bizarre to him. It wasn't like he was a child anymore, but he felt young enough to feel uncomfortable talking too much about it regardless.

He shifted as he lay on the ground, eying her warily. "For real, though," he started with a shrug - as though talking might make him forget how sweet her scent tasted to him right now. "How have you been? With Abaven being so quiet and all?" He watched her for a moment as she settled in front of him, her front paws stretched toward him. "I miss when everyone was here still. It made things a lot easier." Lark wasn't really moping about it, just chatting, genuinely wondering how she felt about things.