Lark was suddenly numb, oblivious to those that spoke around him. Some seemed unhappy, expression their interest in leaving Abaven. Despite his discomfort with everything, hearing that wolves wanted to leave because of it made his stomach turn. It felt strangely like betrayal, and his brows furrowed tightly as his lips turned down in an obvious frown. The only solace he found was in Sparrow's suddenly rising voice, noting how indignant she sounded as she spoke up.
Was Vali telling the truth? Though it didn't sound at all like their father, hadn't Sparrow warned him of his changing behavior? Lark could find no reason that she would make up a story. He bristled visibly at Sparrow's words, finding truth in them, though he wouldn't have spoken quite so brashly himself. Maybe she was right - what if he was sick with something? He nearly flinched when she looked to him, pleading for help. "I..." he nearly stammered, his voice empty, a contrast to the sudden turbulence that raged inside him. He what? He had no idea what to say, or what to do.
Vali was quick to deny the allegations, even offering the pack to Sparrow if she wanted it. His head cocked to the side as he glanced back to Sparrow, gawking slightly as she offered the pack to him first. It was all he could do to to shake his head, denying the offer. "You'd.. be better suited to lead," Lark said dumbly, though he wasn't quite sure if she was ready for the task. He supposed there was nobody better for the job, right? He shot a sharp glance to the young male who spoke out about Sparrow taking the pack, though was otherwise strangely quiet.
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