I miss it sometimes
01-09-2015, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-09-2015, 06:30 PM by Lark.)
Though he was not the most social of his litter, Lark often kept close to his siblings. Today was no exception. But an unfamiliar call would steal their attention as it rang out across the land. He'd been trailing a good distance behind Shrike and Finch, content to watch them as they did as they pleased. He felt a bit like an older brother, though he was the same age as them both -- he was less inclined to play and much more apt to watch his littermates, and make sure he knew what was going on around them.
He would draw a bit closer as they increased their pace, his steps awkward and lopsided. His paws were far too big for his body and his ears nearly flopped down as he tilted his head down to sniff at the air. Cautious gaze woulds find the stranger in the distance, and he came to stand near Finch, noting the fear that the small girl held. Lark would study him curiously instead, a small laugh escaping his jaws at Shrike's enthusiasm. "Who are you?" he'd ask with little hesitation, wondering why this man was in their home and feeling as though they deserved an explanation.
He would draw a bit closer as they increased their pace, his steps awkward and lopsided. His paws were far too big for his body and his ears nearly flopped down as he tilted his head down to sniff at the air. Cautious gaze woulds find the stranger in the distance, and he came to stand near Finch, noting the fear that the small girl held. Lark would study him curiously instead, a small laugh escaping his jaws at Shrike's enthusiasm. "Who are you?" he'd ask with little hesitation, wondering why this man was in their home and feeling as though they deserved an explanation.