you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Corvus was still trying to get back to normal after the raid. His injuries hadn't exactly taken him longer to recover from - his spar with Ignis had been more of a wrestling match than a proper fight, but he knew others had suffered more than he had. He was beyond proud of how well Abaven had done, growing stronger even after all they had persevered through. Things were pretty good right now, as far as he was concerned... sometimes when he was feeling down his mind might start drifting, to his parents or even his sister, and to the other wolves Abaven had lost throughout the years, but he couldn't complain. Things could be worse - and they had been. Things had felt like they were turning a better direction, and he hoped this was a sign it would only continue.

Of course, not everyone was doing as well as him. He'd been wandering near the rapids when he heard something out of the ordinary, and his interest was piqued, moreso out of concern than anything else. Corvus wasn't really the prying type, being a fairly private wolf himself - but the noise sounded oddly like crying. He'd never been terribly good at being comforting, at least he didn't think so, but it was one of his duties to take care of his pack and he wouldn't hesitate to follow the sound. It took him to Shaye's den, a place he largely avoided now. He hadn't been as close to her as many wolves - in fact, he'd been wary of her at first - but she had helped train him to become a Blackthorn and her loss had still hurt quite a bit. Even now he stood hesitantly near the den before peeking inside, unsure if its inhabitant wanted to be disturbed.

Upon further inspection it became clear that Poem was inside, no doubt crying as he'd originally thought. "Poem?" Corvus spoke gently, sounding almost apologetic to be disturbing her. "Just making sure you're okay," he offered warily. Obviously she wasn't doing great but he still wanted to check in and make sure something serious wasn't going on.