"Works for me!" Lark chuckled, hailing the bartender to settle his own tab as well, and before long the two of them had headed out from the bar into the street, where they ducked into a nearby alley to shed their clothes and shift. Lark's wolf form wasn't especially imposing by the standards of some wolves -- nothing so much as a normal-sized wolf with a golden brown coat that wasn't too dissimilar from his hair colour. Even still, he dwarfed Kóri's diminutive fox form once they reconvened.
Lark only gave a quick nod to indicate for Kóri to follow, before setting off into the evening at a light run, leading the way down the street along well-trodden routes that avoided the busier roads, dipping through narrow alleys, across run-down parks and below gloomy underpasses to run a rough circuit of the Bloodstone's territory within Vargeras. It was a patrol route the pack often ran, be it in human form or wolf form, and so most of the people they passed spared them little more than a glance; albeit that they gave them a wide berth to avoid risk of getting in the way. Even a moderately sized wolf wasn't something your average person wanted to find themselves in the path of, after all.
Without much in the way of means to communicate, the 'tour' wasn't exactly the most illustrative, but there were a few places where Lark made a clear enough point of stopping, marking the street or corner with a firm scratch of his front paws, then turning and doubling back that Kóri was able to interpret them as being the edge of Bloodstone turf. At another point, they passed the burned-down wreck of what looked to have been some kind of bar, where Lark lingered for just long enough to suggest it had held some significance before its collapse.
The run was otherwise uneventful, though no less exhilarating for it, given how long it had been since Kóri had been able to shift and stretch their legs. Lark seemed to have fun with it as well, occasionally putting on bursts of speed that could only have been a playful challenge to test whether Kóri could keep up. But before too long had passed, when the evening was beginning to wane towards night, Lark led them both back to the vicinity of the bar they'd started in, dipping back into the alley to retrieve their belongings -- which were thankfully untouched. Either they hadn't been found, or the locals knew better than to try and get away with snatching a pack of things clearly left by a member of their local pack.
Once he'd redressed, he leaned against the wall at the alley's corner to wait for Kóri to rejoin him, letting out a quietly satisfied sigh. He'd been right - it had definitely done him good to get out there and let loose a little. His head felt clearer than it had for a while. Once he heard footsteps approaching, he glanced up with a smile. "So, what'd you think of the neighbourhood? It's a shithole, I know, but hey-- it's our shithole, at least."
