Come out, come out, where ever you are~

Lark had been sprawled out quite haphazardously near his siblings, enjoying the warmth provided to him by the closeness of his family. Already he was quite a big thing, already larger than his littermates and growing rapidly with each day that passed. The sound of his parents would reach his ears and they would twitch gently atop his head as he was slowly roused from sleep. His eyes would remain firmly clamped shut as he lay there, rolling to his stomach and searching for the warmth of his mother, though already she had pulled herself upright in an attempt to wake the children and get them out of the den.

It took a long moment for the boy to conjure up the energy to move. Already he could feel the cold air seeping into his coat as those beside him began to move away and slowly exit the den. After awhile he would open his eyes, sea-green stare fixating on the den's entrance. A long yawn escaped his jaws as they parted, slowly shaking away the sleepiness that plagued him.

It was with a bit of wariness that he pulled himself to all fours, trailing slowly behind Starling. Today would be the day they were allowed to leave the den. A sort of subdued excitement filled his chest but, still tired, he appeared more serious than anything as he padded into the unknown. The sky was bright and the air cold and Lark found himself squinting as he adjusted to the newness of everything. Subconsciously he would tighten himself near Starling, unsure how he felt about this new place -- he felt exposed and unsure, but he knew it was something that was necessary for them to do, to explore the outside world. "Is cold," he would say, small body quivering a bit from the sudden rush of frigid air to his coat.