Cut my losses

TW: pregnancy loss

Corvus needed to talk to Twig. He'd been surprised by the news Drifa had brought from Winterfell, and he knew he needed to talk it over with Twig before... before what? Before anything came of it? The thought made him feel sick that one of his oldest friends, from back in his childhood, had turned such a violent leaf. He'd never expected what had happened with Ignis to follow him home anyway; he thought what had happened was between the two of them, not something that had any wider-reaching consequences. But maybe he'd been wrong. He wasn't sure. Sighing heavily, Corvus continued his walk across the plains, searching for Twig's scent. He shuddered as a gust of cold wind whipped over him.

Why'd this season have to be so damn cold, anyway, Corvus wondered? It was an uncharacteristically frigid winter so far, which didn't help his already slightly frazzled thoughts. It seemed like some kind of cruel joke that things had to get shaken up again when he was finally settling into a rhythm that he was comfortable with. Of course, nothing could ever stay the same for long. He just hoped Twig would understand what he had to say.. whatever that was. He hadn't quite figured out what he was going to say. Brows furrowed tightly as he continued to track her down, letting out a bark once he thought she might be within earshot of him.