He had not seen the lark since that day, not as close at least. Her brother, Blackthorne, had quite the knack for arriving just when Enoch had been about to call for her or to appear within her presence. He had learned quickly to duck aside whenever the boy arrived though seldom out of submission, merely out of self-preservation. He did not have the fierceness of his father nor the slyness of his mother and so, he had to make do with what he did have: quietness, observation, caution. He kept safe and in doing so, he held the power though he knew Blackthorne did not know it.

But it seems his sister had not been able to avoid the boy and so, Enoch had taken to watching her closely since his scent had appeared. His instincts told him to be wary of the boy, distrusting until proven otherwise, and so he had found himself curious as to his interest in Escha - of course,
he understood but still, he did not know why it had to be her. Escha was a graceful girl, assured to grow into a beauty, with her mother's wildness and father's confidence and so,
Enoch felt a sense of urgency in ensuring she did not become endangered by their pack mate.
He knew her value, simply did not understand why others might seek it out much less in secrecy.

His sister had her secrets though too and he felt somewhat guilty as he followed in her shadow, his paws matched to each of her strides as they trekked through the pack. Even if she presented herself kindly towards him, he had a hunch that he had trespassed; he had not meant to be heard, after all. He had simply become too curious, his one good eye spying out a glisten of white in the dark of the den, enough of an oddity to lure him forward and break his cover. So, there had been a moment of hesitation before he adjusted himself, his tail waving to mirror her own, his eyes trained to follow up to her own. He was always careful even with her.

He spoke in their native tongue - at least, the tongue after silence - as he sat back onto his haunches with a tilted head. "Sister," he dared not look at her den for now, "you met the boy, didn't you?"