but you never close the door

It had been as strange for her to join a pack, as it might be for him to suddenly be without one. He thought about it for a minute, his gaze soft as he watched her.   "Would be weird to be anywhere else,"   Lark commented idly, conversationally. The thought of their conversation ending wasn't terribly pleasant, so he sought to continue it even if he had little to say.

She pushed herself forward, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. What's wrong with me? he asked himself silently, wondering why he felt so bizarre around her. Part of him was well aware - her scent was wildly different than what it normally was like - but part of him was blissfully ignorant. Lark felt even more strange when she moved to bury her muzzle into his fur. He fought back a soft gasp, instead flinching at her touch, though not pulling away.

"So," he managed to mutter, resisting the urge to push back into her touch. It was far too enjoyable, but the last thing he needed was to piss her off and get her to snap at his face like she had to Starling. He nearly shivered at the thought.  "What should we do today? Don't want to bore you," Lark suggested, leaning to let his head rest against her own with a bit more pressure than before.