Moving on

Brandr was out scouting the plains. Despite the recent hunt he wanted to keep an eye on the movement of prey through the plains for when winter fell over Abaven. Winter was both a blessing and a boon to a hunting wolf and he could only hope that the winter would not be too harsh and drive the prey numbers down. Abaven was quiet, as it usually was. No knew wolves had joined to the best of his knowledge but no more had left so there was that. He did wonder how Tyrannis was doing. What would the future bring for their packs? Perhaps he could arrange a visit some time to see how the youth was holding up. He didn't know Tyrannis very well but he'd enjoyed the boys company when he was out hunting prairie chickens and he seemed to be a fine lad.

Brandr's thoughts drifted to Corentine. He wanted to ask how she was doing with two of her family members leaving but he just didn't know how to bring up the topic let alone what he could say. He didn't have a clue how to comfort her. Speaking of… Brandr spied some dirt being flung into the air. At first he wondered if it was a hyperactive gopher but then he saw Corentine back out of the den. Smiling he trotted over to her.

"Good afternoon, Corentine. What are you up to?"