I Gave You All

Though he'd been born in the dead of winter, Lark was quickly growing accustomed to the warmth of spring. Unlike some of his siblings, he was not exactly one known for admiring beauty, but something was refreshing about the earthy scent that filled the air and the gentle warmth of the sun upon his back. The heat was stronger than he was accustomed to, absorbing into his dark fur and he found himself panting softly as he wandered his home quietly.

Though he was content to spend a bit of time alone -- exploring, letting his senses be overwhelmed by all the world had for him to see -- he was grateful when he heard the gentle, familiar call that suddenly rang through the air.

His father's call was not something easily ignored. Quietly the boy would redirect his aimless wandering, turning to head toward the source of the summon, to the flat plains. Why did he want him, he wondered? It was surprising that none of his other siblings were there, as he drew near to his father, and though his tail began to wag behind him he still found it curious that Bass had only called him.

"Dad," his small voice would come forth easily. Though not nearly as affectionate as his littermates, he was obedient to his father and love shone readily in his gaze as he approached him.