It'd been a seriously long time since he'd found himself really caring for someone outside of his family. Family was everything, after all. His prospects for girls to be interested in was fairly limited in Abaven, and he was grateful he'd found someone to spend time with who was part of his pack; he couldn't imagine spending extended time away from home. He was deeply loyal to Abaven, even if he wasn't overly motivated to do much for them all the time. He still couldn't quite help but wonder what his siblings would say if they knew. Finch had seemed supportive, and aware that they shared something beyond a friendship, though they hadn't exactly discussed the details. He found his mind wandering, though was quickly brought back to reality when she felt her nose pushing into the thick fur of his neck.
Lark reveled in the sensation, a shiver crawling down his spine, his body twitching ever so slightly against hers. The warmth was welcoming, and he wondered how he would ever want to leave her side, especially on a day like today. He found himself chuckling as she reminisced with him. He hadn't been sure if she'd find the recollection funny or not. The truth was, they'd spent a large portion of their childhood actively disliking one another. Since the day she'd joined Abaven, he'd been uncomfortable with her presence. She was bold and unpredictable, something he'd never liked in her until he realized why these things about her made him uncomfortable.
Recalling Sparrow's reaction when he'd explained what the word meant made him laugh a bit louder, his grin broadening. "I do remember, " he agreed, stifling a soft snort of amusement. "I'm glad nobody else heard me. I couldn't imagine what Harmony would've done with me if she heard me talking like that." Remembering how disappointed she'd been with the yearlings made him cringe; if only she'd gotten the full story, he could only picture how frustrated she would've been then.
"It is funny," he agreed again, gaze filled with mirth as he watched her. His amusement only heightened at her words, wondering if she'd almost said what it sounded like. The wolf she.. loved? His ears twitched on his head. "I'm gonna pretend you weren't going to say loathe," he drawled tiredly, teeth revealed as he grinned again. "That'd be pretty mean." He swore she looked a bit panicked, and felt a flutter of nervousness settle in his own stomach at the thought of what she'd almost said, unsure how to respond except with humor.
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