Corvus was admittedly a bit unsure what having a mentor meant for him. Well, he knew what the word itself meant and what Acere was supposed to be teaching him - about fighting and patrolling and things like that. Corvus wasn't completely sure what he could teach him that he didn't already know, or couldn't figure out on his own; humility wasn't the yearling's defining trait, and to say he was wary of anyone who hadn't been in Abaven since his birth would be an understatement. Trying to stifle a soft sigh - wishing his cousin or even his sister was able to tag along for this training session - he headed toward Acere's call when he heard it.
He walked at a almostbrisk pace, not wanting to hurry but also not wanting to seem neglectful of his duties. Acere's call came from a part of the territory he went less frequently than the others, the western edge that bordered Mount Volkan. He'd never visited it, and didn't really plan to, either. The air shifted in that direction, smelling faintly of ash and fire, and he decided it best to stay away from something potentially so dangerous. The edge of the rapids seemed like a fairly safe zone, though, so he headed to find Ace - and once he did, he greeted him with a slow nod. "What're we up to out here?" Corvus called out plainly, curiosity shining in his sea-green eyes as his attention fixed on Acere. He shook his head to straighten out his bandana and let it fall back into its usual pace, a bit disheveled from his trot over his way.
