but you never close the door

He hadn't realized until now, suddenly, just low lovely Lillie smelled. If his face wasn't covered in fur, he was certain she'd see that his face was hot and flushed. Luckily, that was hidden, and he only stared - eyes widening slightly as she leaned in to nuzzle him. It wasn't like they'd never touched before; they'd taken a few close naps in the last few months, ending up snuggling, something they never really spoke about afterwords. But this.. sent a jolt of electricity through him. The feeling that welled up inside his chest felt greedy and demanding - he wanted more. He didn't know why, didn't know how, or if he even should be wanting more; he just did. His frown deepened for a moment, caught up in his own thoughts, but it wasn't long before Lillie spoke up again.

He half-smiled at her words, that she had him. She did, he supposed.  It had been established long enough that they were friends, even if being friends had once seemed insane to him. It still seemed a bit weird, but they were being the point of questioning it. Lark's hazel stare fixed on her as she admitted she was used to not having many wolves around.  "I'm sorry," he said softly, his words genuine. Growing up without family must've sucked; hell, she'd been without her adoptive parents the whole time she'd been in Abaven.  "Well," Lark would start, clearing his throat - tilting his head toward her, scooting forward slightly to lift one paw and slide it against one of her own.  "You're not alone here." Wait. That sounded way too sappy. He didn't mean to be so.. dramatic? Soft? He shrugged slightly. "I mean. There's a lot of wolves in Abaven that care about you."