After some hesitation Corvus finally reclined to his haunches, deciding that sitting was only polite when someone was talking to you - well, answering a question he'd asked, no less. He was pleased that Shaye was choosing to humor him and tell him about how she remembered Abaven, back when she'd been a member before. He cracked a slight smile as she described Bass; Lark had described his grandfather to him in a similar manner. Strict, but a good father, despite his sudden departure from the pack, and it was good to know others felt the same way about him. He'd heard a bit about his father's siblings too, but those memories seemed tainted too by losing touch with them so early in his life.
The nostalgia was audible in her voice, and he felt his heart clench for her, sharing these memories with him. Corvus felt himself smiling slightly at her, the joy in her memories slightly contagious. "What about my mom and dad? Did you know them well at all, back then?" He knew they were family, and they were all aware of one another, but beyond that he had no real idea.
