lay our fireflies to rest
pack vigil
10-29-2019, 08:01 AM
Though things were beginning to look up, now that Abaven was settling in to their temporary home - though who knew just how temporary it would be. Winter had been a cruel season so far, uprooting them from where they had all spent most of their lives. Corvus knew the volcano had even more far-reaching effects - wolves had surely been injured, if not killed, while families had been torn apart.. perhaps never to be seen again. It was a heavy thought, and he couldn't shake those dark thoughts from his mind occasionally. He, too, had seen losses... though most came before the volcano's eruption and were wildly unrelated, but it seemed they could indeed be united in their joint experience of loss, all of Abaven, if not only of their homelands. Corvus had long since gotten used to the faint smell of fire and ash in the air, though at least out here it was often overwhelmed by the briny stench of the ocean. He still longed for the familiar lull of the rapids near his den, or the sometimes heady smell of the thicket, but those things were all relatively minor, and he could only hope someday they might be able to return to where he'd grown up. And if not? Abaven would continue to survive, as they always did. He was surprised by Theory's call, though wasted no time in answering to it with his presence. It was the kind of night where he thought being surrounded by packmates might bring him some kind of comfort, even those he wasn't as close with. He was quiet as he arrived, noting only Theory and Twig were there, but that was enough even if no others decided to show up. He offered both of them a quiet nod, before settling in somewhere near Twig and offering her a faint smile. |
