When All Is Lost and Gone

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 02-17-2015, 09:14 AM by Lark.)

His father's call was different this time. It was audible in his voice, even as Lark slowly roused from sleep, feeling his mother move from his side from where the family had been napping. Despite the fact that they were nearly yearlings, they were a close group, unabashed in how tight-knit they were as a family -- and to find them sleeping peacefully together in the family den was nothing surprising.

It took a long moment for him to fully come to himself, blinking wearily as he saw his mother move quickly from the den and disappear from sight. The call of his father had not been normal, though he couldn't quite place what was wrong. After a long moment he managed to pull himself to all fours, gingerly stepping over his sleeping siblings to direct himself after his mother's frantic steps.

He hadn't expected to see his father, clearly injured and in need of help. His pace slowed as he drew up to the small group, his brows furrowing in distress as he eyed him. "W-who did this?" came his rushed question, feeling something like panic building in his chest. How could his father be hurt? Who had done it? Whoever it was, they had to be punished, for this wasn't right...

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