Nashor's Tooth {Training}

*Lark* · 02-10-2017, 07:24 PM

Lark was late. It really wasn't like him to be tardy to any meeting, especially one called by his father, no matter how badly he didn't want to go. Truthfully he didn't not want to go to this one, but he'd just been.. distracted. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. It was hard to not want to spend most of his time with Lillie, now that she was back, especially now that he remembered just how much he enjoyed her company -- especially during this particular season. Resisting her was growing harder each day, but it was easiest to be dragged away from her when his father's stern call cut through the relative silence that had settled over the lands for the day. He groaned a sound of protest as he pulled himself away from her, wishing his snout could remain buried in her neck fur for just a few minutes longer. He'd already delayed though, and being late wouldn't do anyone any good.

After a bit longer of whining, he finally untangled himself from her and pulled himself onto all fours. His father sounded another call now, considerably more frustrated than the first, and he winced at the sound. He was already going to be late, and now Lillianna insisted she come too, since it was partially her fault. She wasn't the same rank as he was, but fight training wouldn't be so bad for her either. After all, she'd been in more fights than he had, and she bore the scars for all to see. Finally slipping from where they'd been lying, he headed toward his father.

Once he arrived, his stomach sank; many were already there, though not everyone. He noticed Finch and Sparrow immediately, and as usual headed to Finch's side, flopping down with a loud sigh. He hoped he'd get a pass on this one -- he had showed up, and he was hardly late for anything, even if he hadn't been that active in Abaven for awhile.

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