heart is a weapon

*Lark* · 01-10-2017, 05:54 PM

Lark was lost in his thoughts, hardly noticing the approach of another. His patrols were somewhat tedious in nature and he found his mind drifting to and fro, like leaves on the wind. The rustling of grass underpaw was enough to alert him of someone's approach. The breeze carried with it her scent. The woman wasn't familiar to him, but lately he kept to himself enough to not know many of the wolves in Abaven well enough at all.

She greeted him, and he lifted his head, turning to face her. He fought the urge to grunt in response. "Hi," he forced himself to say, eyeing her curiously. Her scent was of Abaven, but she didn't look terribly familiar. He hadn't looked at many wolves at their last meeting, though. "How's, uh.. your day?" His brows furrowed slightly as he looked her over. She was a rather pretty lady, he noted suddenly, and he instantly felt guilty for thinking it; why he felt that way he didn't know.

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