@Karina feel free to wrap it up or go after Lark!
Somehow Karina didn't seem all that disappointed by their failure to see the light in her words, though she was not entirely unaffected: she seemed to be caught in some sort of sad emotion as she stared back at Lark. What sort of emotion it was, Sahalie could not say, only that it seemed so odd and out of place. But Karina was apparently odd and out of place. Sahalie had to wonder what the other cousins were like: Karina's two brothers that had been mentioned but not in attendance. Were they similarly... "odd?" Sahalie had experience with the usual sort of misfit wolves who were either to uncomfortable or reclusive for normal life, but Karina seemed completely functional in a way that was baffling. Karina didn't need her help at all in the way that other wolves did. Karina was doing her own thing.Which was?
It was strange how the woman so casually, accidentally, touched upon a similar theme to the one Lark and Sahalie had been speaking on only moments ago: having a plan for the future. The girl had to wonder if a plan was really the same thing as a purpose. They seemed sort of similar, at least in her case. But would being a leader fill her soul and lift her heart? The girl tipped her head. Maybe. She could, probably, spread some Goodness with a capital G. Though really, becoming a leader was really just more of a means to an end. The girl felt her purpose was something else not unlike Karina's intentions...no matter how strangely phrased they were.
Her cousin continued to be as deliberately ambiguous as she could. Sahalie wondered if her "family" meant Kisla and her younger sisters and her other brothers, or if it involved this different "mother" figure. And moving where? Sahalie could agree to the whole Goodness policy, but she felt hesitant, for once, to nod along. Goodness was one thing, but Karina wrapped it up in a fancier color of wrapping paper than was necessary and in the end the present felt strange because of it's ostentatious. Couldn't Sahalie just be good? She did good every day. Did she need to live in some special, shimmering promise land? "That sounds --"
Lark had other ideas about what the proposition sounded like. He brought up some good points, even if he had been the one talking about leaving Oak Tree Bend a few minutes ago. And his point, in the end, seemed the same as Sahalie's: she could spread good any time she wanted. But just like that, the man was off. She had no idea where he was going or if he was coming back. Her head twisted wordlessly between his form lost between the wide trunks and her strange, silver cousin beside her. "You've... given me a lot to think of. It was really nice getting to speak with you... But I guess I should be going now."