So... firefly catching. Like he'd told Aiden, he'd never really been much of a swimmer - or a fisher, for that matter, despite Abaven's lands bordering the rapids (not that the rapids were the best place to fish anyway) - so he was somewhat glad to move on to something that took place on land. The sun was beginning to set, and Corvus snagged a weird looking satchel that he wasn't totally sure how he'd use to catch fireflies.. but he'd give it a damn good shot.
At least he was getting to spend time with his brother. That was a definite plus. His mood had been relative somber lately, so this was a welcome distraction. Padding away from a group of wolves, he spotted a sparkling chain of lights up ahead, and he loped forward - trying to usher them into the bag's opening with one extended paw, not sure if this was how he was supposed to do it or not.
