Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger {Meeting}

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 03-16-2015, 09:19 PM by Lark.)

His father's call was far more demanding than usual. It was strange, and only made him move toward the meeting even more quickly. With ease the boy would head toward the center of the territory, wondering what his father might have in store for the pack today. He certainly sounded more serious than usual. He moved with purpose, his pawsteps audible from a distance, though he didn't bother to hide his movements. At hardly more than six months, Lark was already growing to an impressive height -- and though not fully grown, it was obvious he would eventually be a force to be reckoned with. Though he had arrived rather quickly, a few had already gathered. The three wolves here were unfamiliar to him, and instantly his gaze would fall to his father.

A woman sat at his side. It was not his mother, and she most definitely didn't belong there. The boy's brows would furrow as he crept forward, feeling a surge of protectiveness over his father, instantly glaring at this woman that smelled nothing of Abaven or his family. His lips would curl in a display of annoyance as he faced her. "Umm.. who the fuck are you?" came the child's sudden furious question, feeling painfully irritated at this woman's presence, sitting at her father's side like she belonged there. Though he knew his father would likely scold him for his words, but he would take the punishment, for the outburst not only felt good, but it was inevitable. It felt terrible to see another woman at his father's side and he didn't want there -- whoever she was, unless she was Wren. "You don't belong here." He felt annoyance turn into a burning anger, a passion he hadn't known existed growing in his heart. Though he didn't know this stranger, this didn't feel right.. and he would face his father to see what he could discern from his reaction.

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