Pride and Prejudice

Beat had seemed quite pleased before, but when Twig arrived something seemed to change... something that a wolf as dense as Corvus could notice without any difficulty. What had bothered him, he wondered? Maybe a more observant wolf might've noticed the correlation of the discomfort and Twig's affections towards him, but when it came to the small pale female he had trouble thinking clearly. Sometimes around her it felt like his heart and body were doing all the reacting, rather than his mind... this moment was no exception. But Beat's sudden frown didn't go unnoticed, and it derailed his own train of thought abruptly.

"He did perfectly," Corvus admitted, hoping that focusing again on their hunt might ease the weirdness that he felt suddenly settle over them. Did Twig feel it, too? She didn't seem to. He was glad to settle in beside her, hoping Beat would do the same. "I know a bit..." He started, but he sounded uncertain. "But I'm not sure I'd feel confident enough to clean it properly to keep it. Do you?" He figured Twig might know, but he cast a curious glance at Beat too, wondering if he had any ideas of his own. Either way if they figured it out, it'd make some damn good bedding for someone's den, if nothing else.