brawl in the ball pit [MEETING & GROUP FIGHT TRAINING]

Corvus was feeling a bit uneasy about the raid, regardless of the conversation he'd had with Theory over it. The truth was that they didn't have many fighters, likely not as many as Winterfell did, and that winning might be tricky for them. But maybe losing was a better option? It would allow them to fulfill the plan that Winterfell had, but would surely deal a brutal blow to Abaven's already damaged ego. They were still in the process of rebuilding, of recovering from... enough trauma to last them all a lifetime. Some had been dealing with more than others. He was one of the luckier ones, he knew that, but he was still dealing with things in his own way.

He heaved a sigh as he pulled himself upright and headed toward Theory's call. He knew exactly why she was calling them together, and hoped the rest of the pack took the news well. Engaging in some fight training was always a positive thing, but under these circumstances he wasn't so sure it would be well-received. He picked up his pace as he drew closer - his gaze landing on Twig almost immediately as he moved to stand beside her, leaning lightly against her. He'd had no luck thus far in finding her nephews but he was going to keep searching for their scent whenever he could; he just hoped this little training meeting was a good distraction for her, rather than an upsetting one.