Awww, Really? I Can't Be Old!

That uncomfortable feeling in more ways than one - was winter really over? Was spring returning already, and her heat with it? How old was she now? Too old, for sure. It felt weird, too, because she still at times felt like the yearling she had been when she first came to Abaven. But... it'd been so long since then, hadn't it? She shook her head roughly, feeling the tattered feather behind her ear shake around and tug gently at the fur it was stuck in. Definitely a long time.

And yet, in that time, she had grown more and more distant with everyone in the pack, for the most part, preferring the solitude and quiet over the interaction with others that she most definitely favored when younger. She was pretty sure she was less confrontational, too.

And yet, at... however old she was, she still couldn't figure out what it was she and Lark shared. Was she just in denial? Possibly. Probably. Okay, most likely. Even she could admit that - after all, the man was the first one she thought to trust and go to... for anything really. From complaining, to bragging, to serious issues, to, ah, dealing with her heat. That'd last one specifically she'd done quite a few times. And, okay, the complaining and bragging too.

And hey, what do you know? Irritated, craving some social interaction - she and Lark had been just a bit more distant because of the Sparrow issue - she rolled to her paws, and out of her den. Maybe she'd find Lark - or anyone - nosing around the area?


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