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Abaven meant everything to him. It was something far greater than himself, and certainly greater than his feelings toward Twig, though if she too didn't have their pack's best interests at heart he doubted he would've developed such strong feelings for her to begin with. The fact that she was loyal, and strove to care for those she loved... well, these were qualities that Corvus loved about her. His thoughts about Twig only temporarily distracted him though, quickly snapping back to the present and his conversation with Theory. His lovesick thoughts were minor when it came to the big picture; the well-being of Abaven always came first, he knew that.

"That might be a good idea," he agreed with a sigh. The island held fond memories for him too, but then again... it was just land. It wasn't important for them to lay claim to a territory that some of their youngest couldn't even safely travel to. "And I'm sure we'll have more young ones before long." Not from him, he wasn't implying that - he felt far from ready to be a parent, so much so that the thought hadn't really stayed for longer than a fleeting moment. It just wasn't terribly practical, Theory was right. "It's not like we can't visit whenever we want, anyway. Another pack would be foolish to stay on the island when we're across the water from them."