Moving on

Corentine replied that she was starting a new and remodeling her birth den.  He nodded. That made sense. It probably felt strange to live in a den that once belonged to several wolves. Brandr knew that if he were in her place he'd welcome the smell of fresh earth to dull the scent of those were were now gone.  "Would you like any help digging?" He had rather good-sized paws and a muscular frame that helped with physical labor.

Brandr grinned at her comment about the hunt and he nodded. "Yes, and it sure helped us stock up for the winter. I hope we can do it again soon but for now I think the members of Abaven will appreciate a rest. Next time I say we try for something less taxing than buffalo."  The wind picked up a bit and for a moment his gaze turned to the horizon. "Corentine… do you miss your mother? Tyrannis?" It had seemed strange to him at first that she'd stayed behind instead of going with her family and he wondered why she'd chosen to stay in Abaven. He didn't know Storm or Tyrannis terribly well. Honestly, the whole thing seemed to have come out of nowhere. One morning he'd woken up to learn that several of Abaven's members were just… gone. How quickly things seemed to change. Every time he turned around someone else was leaving and a part of him feared that Corentine might leave to.