Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

From her vantage point along the hillside, Tavi could look out across the water and down in to the gully that was the grotto's heart. She felt content enough to stretch out, heralded by birdsong that sprouted from every which way. For a calm and empty place, it sure was loud. What if the sound of the birds drove her nuts? Would she ever adapt to it? The Maplewood hadn't been this noisy - but then, there were trees to insulate the sounds, and the pack itself hadn't been a rowdy place or anything. Stop it Tavi, she thought, adjusting herself upon the ridge again, Comparing the old with the new isn't how you get over shit.

But she couldn't help it. With a huff, Tavi turned away from the view of the lake and prepared to - carefully - tuck her nose in to her tail. As she turned, she spotted the approaching figure of Reek. The sight of him made her spirit lift somewhat, and so she deigned not to nap quite yet. He looked out at the water too, and Tavi watched him - until he spoke, and she merely grunted a response, plunking her head down upon her paws. Maybe it was pretty, but it wasn't home. Not yet.