Back Where I Belong (Destruction Family)

It'd been quite some time since Lark had caught even a whiff of Starling's scent. The last time he'd seen him, their conversation had gone.. surprisingly well, given how they'd left things off. His brother had practically had a breakdown -- he'd been afraid to come home after how he'd abandoned his family, but Lark had assured him he was both wanted and needed here. Still, he hadn't returned. He'd been disappointed, as he had hoped Starling had turned himself around, but he hadn't been all that surprised either. Life went on, with or without his siblings, though he greatly would've preferred to have everyone home again as they had once been.

He swore it'd been nearly a year now, if not more, since he'd seen Starling but his scent was no less familiar to him. As soon as it hit Lark, he felt a surge of uncertainty churn through him. His scent was accompanied by a call not long after, and Lark hesitated. What could he possibly say to him? A slight frown touched his lips at the thought of the reunion, but deep down he loved his brother and cared for him deeply, and wouldn't ignore his call.

Curious as to what sort of news he had, Lark slowly started in the direction of his call. His face was guarded, unreadable in expression, though he couldn't help but feel relieved when he verified that Starling was alright. He looked well and healthy, and he swore he stood a bit taller than usual. His head lifted a bit higher as he closed the distance between them. "Brother," he started, voice low and wary. "Cosa ti porta qui?" His voice betrayed the slight surprise he felt, and his ears flicked in slight curiosity as he stood before him.