Tempo di imparare

Why their father was calling them all together, Lark did not know, but he would be stupid to ignore a call from either of his parents. Slowly the boy rose, shifting to stretch his limbs and let a quiet yawn fall from his lips. With ease he would move from the log that he had chosen as his preferred choice for today's nap, slowly beginning to pad toward the source of his father's call.

The warmth of the sun on his back was refreshing and he found a rare smile toying with his lips for a moment as his brothers and father came into view. It was immediately obvious what they had been up to before coming here. His brothers stunk of dirt and flowers, so typical of them. They were strange, so unlike him in some ways; and yet he was as loyal as could be, despite their drastic differences. The larger boy's pace increased as he drew near to them, nose twitching as he examined their familiar scents quietly. "Hi Starl, Shrike," he would greet each of them in a solemn voice, his voice laced with a slight bit of warmth that was uncustomary of him. Though not exactly an unpleasant boy, he was prone to seriousness and silence more often than joy or friendliness.