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Talking about love was weird for him. Really, really weird. But truthfully he wasn't sure there was anyone else he'd be even a fraction of this comfortable talking to about Twig and his feelings for her. "Yeah, that and.. a bunch of other feelings at the same time. It's kind of exciting, but pretty scary at the same time. It's weird." Corvus laughed shyly, hoping she understood what he meant. He'd never considered if she'd ever felt that way about anything - she would tell him, wouldn't she? - and he wasn't the type to pry much, anyway. He did hope she, like everyone else in the family, found the same kind of happiness someday. The options within Abaven unfortunately were a bit limited, given how many Destructions inhabited the pack, but... Theory even admitted it was lucky he'd found her here.

For a moment he felt guilty, his mind reeling back to Ignis. What might've happened if his friend had stayed in Abaven so long ago? Would he have even bothered getting to know Twig more closely? The realist in him doubted the that there was only one single wolf you could fall in love with, even if it was a nice thought. "Yeah, we're lucky," he agreed, perhaps a bit more somberly than he should've. He perked up a bit at her blessing though, giving a nod and a grin in her direction. "I appreciate that, really. I'd never want to do anything... I don't know... detrimental to my family, you know. Helping to grow Abaven and ensuring we all have a good future is really, really important to me." Maybe a different wolf would've ran off with their childhood friend, but he wasn't a different wolf - and staying here, against all other possible impulses, was the most important thing to him.