Corvus couldn't help but feel grouchy. A slight frown was visible on his lips as he peered into the rapids, watching as the water cascaded violently over the rocks that made up the riverbed. Although Abaven seemed to be far more active lately, he couldn't help but feel vaguely disconnected from the wolves there - especially the newcomers. Sure, he has his family, and some of the older members like Caelestis who had become familiar to him, but he still felt wary about the rest of them. It wasn't that they didn't seem nice, either. No, they seemed like fine enough wolves. The truth was, he was just being stubborn for the sake of it, his pigheaded attitude one he'd inherited from his father. He wanted to sulk, goddamnit, and so he was going to sulk.
The brisk fall day should've been refreshing, but it did little to change his already sullen mood. Only briefly did he stir, a bitter evening wind moving through and rustling his coat enough to send a shiver down his spine. He cast a glance upward at the horizon, watching the way the sun was quickly setting beneath it, and casting a lovely array of colors across the sky. He watched it for a moment before standing up from his seated position and heading further down the rapids, nearing the edge of Abaven's claimed lands now.
