Throw me in the water

Life was remarkably good as of late. Corvus definitely wasn't about to complain. He had known in advance what Theory planned to do - their move to the lands he'd grown up in - but he was no less happy to return to familiar lands when it was finally announced. It made sense, especially with The Hallows allowing them passing to and through the Hot Springs, and Corvus thought it a good decision for all of them. There were a few new faces, and a few that had become scarce, but in all his years that was one thing Corvus knew couldn't be avoided - some wolves might not stay here, even if this home was perfect for all the rest of them. He understood that, though he hoped that no others were suffering due to any of those changes. If he found out anyone was, he'd do anything in his power to make sure they were okay.

But today? Today was about Twig. Their relationship was blossoming, slowly but surely, but that was how Corvus tended to do things. Maybe that had something to do with his often often wavering self-confidence, but either way, he didn't like to rush headfirst into things. Especially things that were already good. Why threaten to upset the balance? Corvus didn't care to do that, but he did want to take some time today with Twig, and he'd prepared something special for her. Well, to the best of his ability. Hopefully she wouldn't be disappointed; the mere thought of that made his heart beat a little faster in his chest. Trailing after her scent, he decided against being patient and let out a low call for her, his voice lazy and cheerful, far from a frantic summons.