Day or two after acceptance-ish?
After he'd found the cache, Larkspur had everything he wanted. A nice spot to sun, a large deer leg, and peace. Keeping to himself was easiest when he could just lay around, woolgathering as he gnawed on the scraps of meat that clung to the leg he'd grabbed. It felt nice to not worry so much, but if he'd told anyone that he enjoyed the lazy, subordinate pack-life, then he'd be a liar. He liked being on top too much, he liked having control over his own situation, and carefully surrounding himself around wolves that he deemed useful. Like, for example, Sahalie.
Eventually, he'd have to move on. He couldn't say within the Bend, even if he was starting to feel a little bit safer there. Lark knew better than to get comfortable, but sometimes when you were given a nice, sunny spot to nap and a good meal, and someone to patch your boo-boos up, you couldn't help but to just be comfortable. Even then, he didn't want the tranquility of the moment to be gone. He was happy, content with chewing on a bone, even if he didn't really want to be. It felt wrong.
He didn't deserve to be happy.