I miss it sometimes

Unsure of why this man was here at all, let alone why he had called them, the young boy let his brows furrow as he gazed upon him in fierce curiosity. Quickly he answered his question, telling them that he was their uncle Chord.  "Oh. I'm Lark." Lark responded plainly, eying him unsurely still, though Shrike seemed quite excited by this new family member's presence. His brother's exuberance brought a small smile to his serious features, an expression rarely elicited by anyone other than his family.  "He could kick your butt," he warned Shrike seriously, shaking his head at his brother's confidence.  "And he's older so he's probably faster than you too." A soft snort sounded then. He was simply being honest -- though it'd be fun to watch Shrike try to outrun him anyway.