Umbra Copse oh, she's a little runaway

Lark's ears turned, not really sure why the girl would find a tree more interesting than food. If push came to shove, he'd just catch the dumb rabbit and say she did. He really felt like an offering was an offering, but it'd at least be a good thing to see the girl in action. "Keep your head up," he told her, but was quickly losing the kindness in his tone. Their deal was sealed, after all, there was no need to sugarcoat anything. "You'll do fine," alternatively he'd just make her do fine. Sometimes all you really needed was a nice, rough shove.


He'd been given plenty of shoves in his time and he'd turned out alright. 

"I'm sure they'll love you," he didn't need the girl to know his own doubts. "Oak Tree Bend is in the Spectral Woods, which is dark, but not so scary," or at least he'd never thought it was so scary. It took a bit of figuring out, but the same could be said for any new home. "There are two leaders, Serach and Spieden, and plenty of puppies to play with." 

He wanted to warn the girl of how full the pack was, or warn her that they may not want another yearling -- much less one that wasn't a good rabbit catcher or a decent pup sitter -- to join. But, as Larkspur was want to do, he decided to just ignore those problems. Tomorrow would be a good day to worry over them.

Because now, as the two walked, he could see that white wolf in the corner of his eyes. Always in his peripheral, but disappearing when he actually looked. His gut sank a bit. Lark gently nudged her forward. "Let's go, we'll need to find a good place to sleep before it gets dark."