Despite his glum mood, Corvus hadn't really thought anyone could tell from a distance that he was feeling shitty. Of course it was quite obvious, but he was blissfully unaware of that. Corvus was so caught up in his own head that he hardly noticed when someone approached him. It wasn't until Shaye called out that he noticed anyone had been following him, and instantly the oversized wolf snapped his head to the side to glance somewhat warily at her. "Oh.. hey," the yearling offered her a somber greeting, though forced a smile onto his face. Shaye wasn't at fault for his woes and he had no reason to treat her badly because of his own stupid thoughts.
His pace slowed as she neared him, his head lifting slightly. After a moment he paused, turning to face her more properly. He might not be the best at conversation, but he knew his manners - his father wouldn't want him being rude to Abaven's new leader, especially not one that was related to him. "I'm okay I guess," he answered quickly, before realizing how he sounded. "I mean.. I'm fine. What about you? I mean, with settling in here and everything," Corvus added quickly. God, he sounded like a fool, but he'd always been a bit unsteady when talking to wolves he didn't know and he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to talk to her of all wolves.
