This land is our land
08-18-2016, 05:05 PM
Thinking of Abaven not existing wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind. The pack had been a constant for as long as he could remember - some members came and went, while the flow of the pack shifted as necessary, but it always was there. The meeting his father had held made him question it. Bass had said pretty explicitly that he couldn't keep the pack standing on his own. When had everyone become so.. complacent? Now that he was well into adulthood, he wondered what more he should be doing. Training, patrolling, searching for... something. Perhaps if Starling would come home, he could guard him to foreign lands in search of rare herbs. The ideas rolled around in his head as he heard his father's words, his mind drifting back to the present. Paws carried him to face his father. His eyes fixed on his face, noting he looked considerably older than he remembered. He felt vaguely sad as he nodded a quiet greeting to him - his father would not be around forever, though he hoped he had many years left. Already Lark wondered if he might ever see his mother again. The thought of losing his father, eventually, was jarring. "Father," he'd greet him gently, his voice touched with affection and a somber curiosity. "How are you?" He was sure they had a bit to catch up on - quietly he hoped his dad wouldn't bring up Lillie, like Starling had - but he didn't know where Bass would want to begin. |