Cut my losses

Corvus's own internally-directed thoughts and worries had made it easy to overlook Twig's abrupt detachment from him. Sometimes he needed space too, though rarely from her, but subconsciously he either hadn't noticed that she'd pulled away from him or simply wasn't worried about it. Not to say Corvus was terribly selfish, but it was easy to get wrapped up in his own thoughts, especially after the recent news brought from the north by Drifa. He worried more than he ought to about what the sudden change in Ignis meant for his pack. As time went on he began to think the situation was more and more dire, especially given Drifa had fled from his pack, fearful for her life if she spread the news of what had occurred. The thought left a hollow, sinking pit in his stomach, one he knew wouldn't go away for some time. Maybe talking to Twig about it would help, not that he knew what to say..

It took a moment longer than expected to find her, and when she drew in closer she hugged him tight, catching him off guard. Were his frayed nerves really that obvious? Corvus had never been good at hiding his emotions but he thought it'd take her at least a few seconds to catch on, but it seemed she'd heard it in his call, oblivious as to what was really troubling her. He moved slowly to return the embrace, slipping his muzzle around her shoulders and holding her for a long, silent moment. "I'm sorry," he started slowly, not wanting to worry her or... anything. "I wanted to talk to you about something," he finished weakly. hoping that the sudden dread that washed over him was completely blown out of proportion.