Gotta Speed Up!

Corvus was still reeling from the loss that he and Twig had shared. He hadn't found the right time to tell anyone about it - nor had he decided if it was something he even wanted to share. It felt too personal to share openly, and honestly Corvus wasn't sure that he'd even had time to fully process his grief yet. He was far more concerned with tending to Twig, perhaps even excessively; it was hard to not feel worried about her now and want to tend to her every need, though he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Today though he'd found himself off on his own when the scent of one of Abaven's newest touched his nose.

He slowed, but found himself veering toward the scent. Corvus had always loved children; he looked forward to more litters being born and wanted to get to know them all and help raise them as part of their collective family. But it was hard to not view them in a new light. Children were something he'd almost had - something just out of his grasp. He'd never known how much he wanted them until it'd been just under his nose, only to be ripped away from him. He was reminded of those painful feelings as Solo came into view, though he pushed them down and smiled at the boy as he loped toward him. But the boy was running pretty fast, at least for a boy his age, and a bit too close to the rapids for his comfort. He felt a surge of over protectiveness wash over him, but he was careful to not let it completely overwhelm him. "Hey! Careful now!" He called out, far more casually than he felt. "You're Solo, right? I'm Corvus, one of your... family," he concluded finally, deciding that however they were related was far too complicated for even him to understand, let alone a small child.