Lark had felt oddly uncomfortable since the pack's previous meeting. His sister's discontent had been palpable even before she'd started speaking at the meeting. Of course, his attention had mostly been on Lillianna at the time, selfishly more concerned with her health than with anything else regarding Abaven. Despite that, he knew Sparrow had been on to something.. they all needed to be more productive pack members, himself included, and he'd been trying to make more of an effort. Perhaps he might even try to wrangle one or two fellow packmates up for a small hunt soon..
His aimless thoughts were scattered to the wind when he heard Lillie call to him, somewhere in the thicket. He rounded a corner to face her, an easy grin spreading across his muzzle "Hey, Lillie," he offered easily, moving forward to nuzzle her gently. To say he hadn't noticed that she'd gotten a bit chubbier lately would be a lie, and he'd been able to sense a slight change in her scent, but he was blissfully unaware of the cause. Maybe she'd just been eating a bit more, and moving less, since getting a bit sick? He had no idea.
