Lark couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lillie's insistence, though he wasn't exactly arguing with her, either. Her company was one of the few things he found he could tolerate lately, and that list of things seemed to be growing shorter by year. This year in particular had knocked quite a few things off it, too. He furrowed his brows a bit as he grumbled something incoherent and trudged after her. He wasn't protesting, and if he was, well - Lillie wasn't listening to him anyway.
The truth was that leaving Abaven lands, even if just for the afternoon, was a relief. 'It'll be better than anything else happening lately,' she pleaded with him, and he let out a slow sigh. "I guess so," Lark conceded after thinking on it for a moment. He wasn't totally sure where she was leading him, but he felt restless as it was, and he felt some of his anxiety drifting away as they started to travel together. A long time ago he would've been nervous at the thought of being alone with her, but as time went on his feelings became much more clear. He cared about her, a lot, more than he cared about most wolves; and she'd stuck with him through more than most of his family even had. Now he found he could walk with her easily, occasionally slowing as they talked and checked out their surroundings. He nodded in agreement to it being awhile since she'd left the packlands. It was probably for good reason, because Lark was quite sure he'd go insane if she left him again like she had before, and it was hard to stop the protectiveness he suddenly felt over her.
By the time they were close to the lake.. only a short trek away, he glanced up, noting the sun's position in the sky. It had begun its descent below the horizon, casting a brilliant array of soft colors - purples and pinks and oranges - across the skyline. A slight grin played at his lips as he leaned to nudge her before continuing on.
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