Corvus was finally home. He'd only spent a few days near Winterfell, recovering from his relatively minor injuries, before making the trek back to Abaven's lands. The feeling of shame and guilt that had wracked him seemed to slowly subside - not because he felt it any less, but because he forced himself to think about other things. Would his absence even be noted? It wasn't rare for packmates to spend a few days away, though after a fire.. he was sure he'd made the wrong choice, it was just a matter of who noticed, and if they cared.
He wore a sullen expression as he padded alongside the rapids, eventually crossing into Abaven territory. The smell of fire still seemed to hang in the air, though Corvus couldn't help but wonder if half of it was in his head - stuck in his nostrils as if to remind him just how close to death he'd really been. The fur on his front limbs that had been singed away had begun to grow back, slowly but surely, and the raw blisters on the pads of his paws had begun to heal. He knew he still needed to take it easy, but he decided he likely didn't need to see a healer.. thankfully.
The oversized male heaved a sigh as he continued on. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly saw Cannival until he was right up on her, standing at the edge of the bank where she was wading in the shallow rapids. He didn't know the feline, only knew of her, and he certainly didn't trust her.. though being distrusting was in his nature. He'd been equally wary of Shaye and Rhyme when they had first appeared in Abaven, claiming to be family, family he'd never heard of - and only with time had he grown to trust them to some degree, though even today he still has his reservations. Cannival would likely be no exception. Keeping his distance, he cocked his head as he observed her for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Hey," he started, after a pause, trying to find his words. "Do you.. know if everyone was alright from the fire?"
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