Muddy River — [AW] The Other Kind Of Bark

Larkspur's tail swished with gentle satisfaction at their sibling still cared to have their feathers in their... well they suppose it wasn't really fur anymore. Honestly, it had felt more like they'd brushed their muzzle across a moss coated log - an element of softness was involved yes, but there was a firm and unyielding form beneath it. They tilted their head again, listening to the admittedly sparse information granted to them by their sibling and felt a flash of fond exasperation - they'd forgotten how little their sibling cared for thinking too hard about social dynamics. "I wonder if it's worth my freedom," they said by-way of explanation as to intent of their questioning. Though Larkspur had been the sibling to return home as a visitor the most, they had also never found themselves the slightest bit bothered by the concept of journeying alone. They had in-fact, grown to enjoy such a concept and had politely turned down ever subsequent offering of their mother to welcome them back into the pack. It almost felt... wrong, to be considering giving up with roaming nature, settling down into a set territory. Drawing back to the conversation at paw they offered a rather sympathetic expression to Snapdragon's... new state. Well, new old state. "Perhaps you could start just... performing your services rather than asking to assist," Larkspur suggested, looking at the wolf's size. They're sure Snapdragon's new pack meant well, not involving someone with the body of a yearling to perform tasks usually reserved for older wolves but they hadn't known Snapdragon before it was  trapped in this smaller form. Maybe, if Snapdragon wanted a larger say in participation, the best it could do was merely perform the task and wait for someone to notice that it had been performed with skill. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.