let me knight all of you!

Any of his more anxious thoughts seemed to fade away as Theory began to speak. The pride she had in Abaven was palpable from the first breath she spoke, and it was contagious, making his chest swell with pride for the accomplishments of his packmates. He wasn't surprised that she wanted to sever their alliance with Winterfell, though the thought stung more than he expected. What would this mean for him and Ignis? Surely his friend was still mad at him for the way he'd lashed out at them during the raid. Theory was encouraging him to maintain that friendship, without saying it so explicitly, for their own safety as well. Trying not to think on it too long, Corvus let his thoughts drift back to the present and to what Theory was saying.

Multiple members were celebrate for their help in the raid, and with each name spoke - and a reminder of their accomplishments - he felt his heart lift, a faint smile tuggling at his lips. Was Twig just as proud, too? He cast her a brief glance, trying to discern her thoughts. She hadn't been born in Abaven like he had been, so it was hard to say for sure if her feelings were exactly the same. Abaven was all he had ever known; its accomplishments were his own, through and through. He was even more pleased to hear Poem offered the position of Blackthorn alongside him, and both of them instructed to train with Rhyme. He nodded in understanding, glad that Poem seemed just as pleased with the promotion as he was. All in all he was glad the raid was over and that things were beginning to look brighter than before, something he knew they all needed.