All too well

Despite everything he had been worrying about lately, at Soul's sudden company it was hard to dwell on any of that. His worries quickly faded away, replaced by a smile that touched his lips and no doubt sounded in his voice. "Hi Soul," he greeted him lightly. He was hardly one for physical contact with most wolves but the boy pressing into him was likely as comforting for him as it was for Corvus. His grin grew a little bit wider, and he let out a little laugh at his eager question, though hardly hard time to respond before receiving another one. "I'm Corvus. Your aunt Twig is my.. girlfriend," he explained slowly, not sure if Soul would even understand. If not he had no doubt that question would follow after, if he was curious enough.

And now how was he supposed to explain fishing? Hmmm. "Fish is a type of food. It comes from the water. It's different, but really good." Hunting might never be Soul's strong suit with his blindness, Corvus suddenly realized. Fishing might prove to be an alternative for him as he learned. He'd seen how the fish could get caught around clusters of rocks in the rapids; maybe if he scouted out a few good spots for him, Corvus could point them out? His mind instantly started working overtime. He knew certain things might be trickier for him with his lack of sight but that wasn't reason to not believe in the boy or his abilities, he'd just have to learn to adapt. Briefly he thought of the hardships his blindness might cause him in life and Corvus tried hard to push those thoughts out of his head. In Abaven he would never go without, regardless of his abilities or lack thereof. And he was too young now to know that the world could be any different for him, anyway. Corvus hoped that positive outlook lasted for a long time, even into adulthood.

"This river here - we call it Monument Rapids - is a place I like to fish. But it can be really dangerous so you need to be careful around it. If you slip in the water can grab you and pull you in, so promise me you'll be careful around here," Corvus noted seriously. "But if you stay on shore you'll be ok. The water is going this way," he leaned over to nudge the boy's nose to the side, so he could explain the direction the water was flowing. "So fish swim from the other way. If you're really lucky you can grab them as they swim by."