[PACK MEETING] It's time.

Though Lark had been waiting for this moment for quite awhile, now that it was finally here he wasn't totally sure how to feel. Mostly, he was proud of Sparrow - if their father would abandon Abaven, he was glad at least someone in his family was willing to take over, and a sibling no less. Besides the nervous excitement that fluttered in his chest, he also felt a bit.. uncertain. A touch of envy had settled somewhere deep inside him, though acknowledging it was difficult, as he'd all but pushed away the thought of ruling Abaven for the last few years of his life. Why on earth would he envy Sparrow now? These thoughts were fleeting though, and easily dismissed as her call rang across the lands, summoning whoever was left to gather and hear what Sparrow had to say. Or, perhaps what anyone else had to say back.

Though he made his way to the gathering spot as quickly as he could, he wasn't the first to arrive. Sparrow had called from one of the usual meeting spots, a fact that comforted him as much as it unsettled him. Still, he didn't betray any hint of that as he strolled up, beaming widely at his sister as he flopped down near her, glancing to the side to assess who else had arrived. Two were strangers, while the other two were familiar, albeit vaguely. He raised his brows as he eyed the strangers a bit longer, feeling unsettled at the way the female was eyeing Sparrow, but he supposed he'd wait and see what they wanted before jumping at her throat. Maybe - he was a bit on edge. But for now he bit his tongue and waited silently, ears pulled forward attentively.