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Starling's ears would swivel forward the moment he heard pawsteps on the soft ground, but his eyes never left the swirling rapids. There could be many wolves those paws belonged too, and Bass instantly came to mind. But when Lark spoke he blinked and lifted his gaze up to his big brother. For a moment he could almost cry, the smile that creased his lips was really like nothing he had shown before. "A-awhile, yeah.." He said softly, his chin dipping a bit at the stutter before he looked to the side. He was still more than fully embarrased. He was older now, why did he still have to trip over not only his paws, but his words as well.

He glanced towards the rapids then, a ghost of a smile touching his lips again as Lark sat beside him. Lark was the sibling that Starling idolized most. He seemed regal, he didn't trip over his paws and he was really...strong. Starling was an awkward, gawky thing that liked plants. He licked his lips slightly before glancing over at him, tilting his head slightly. "H-how've you been?"

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