[meeting] Talking about gods

As expected, Corvus didn't totally get what was going on. The discomfort of the pack overall was palpable, and the weirdness of his own parents hadn't gone unnoticed. But he was too young, too naive, to really understand the full consequences of what was happening. Someone was taking over Abaven, which really didn't seem all that crazy to him. His aunt, who had never been overly friendly to him (though she hadn't exactly been unfriendly, either) had been in charge, but now someone else was. And the wolves around him didn't seem totally happy about it. It didn't seem like a big deal to him, since it sounded like they'd get to keep living here and doing what they had been - which, for him and his siblings, was mostly just goofing off and enjoying themselves. It seemed to bother his siblings though, which bothered him in turn, and he felt a weird protectiveness welling up inside him that he was entirely unused to.

When the call came, he'd been spending time with his dad, crouching beneath some underbrush and trying to track some birds - which was proving more trying than he expected it would. He was growing a bit frustrated, though trying to keep his patience and prove himself to his father. The call was a weirdly welcome distraction, even if the meeting seemed to annoy his dad, and he'd pad after him quietly. He didn't feel like pressing him on the matter; it wasn't like Lark was easily agitated by his children, or really anything at all that he could notice, but he really didn't want to bother him. Luckily it wasn't a long walk and by the time he got there, he noticed the rest of his family had already arrived. "Aiden! Rhea!" His expressed morphed quickly into a smile as he abandoned his dad and bounded between his two siblings, placing a sloppy lick right on Rhea's nose.