wishin I weren't fishin

Now that he'd seen a bit of fish he realized he was a bit hungry. Food didn't come so easily these days, not while he and his siblings were out on their own, and a free meal sounded tempting. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand not trying to repay the favor before he left but for now he nodded in humble acceptance. Denying such an offering seemed rude, regardless of whether he was hungry or not, he decided. "Sure! T-thank you!" Spirit chirped as he tentatively made his way to the fish pile and grabbed one for himself. Slowly he'd sink down onto the ground and nibble at it, not wanting to betray how hungry he was. Not starved, not by any means, but he definitely could use with a few good meals.

His eyes were wide, comically so as he waited for Tyrian to answer him. He always hoped for the best despite knowing the world was not always such a lucky place - perhaps Tyrian would light up and confirm he knew exactly who she was and where he could find her. Maybe she'd gotten injured while off looking for something for he and his siblings and she'd been simply recovering, not wanting to burden the wolves of Abaven with tending to her injuries. She'd always been a selfless sort of wolf, he knew that much, so something like that didn't sound like an impossibility. But his hopes were shattered quickly, and he visibly deflated at Tyrian's words as he swallowed a bite of fish. "Y-yeah, I guess we are," he said quietly. He knew Abaven consisted largely of Destructions, though while most were family he somehow felt.. separate still. He wondered sometimes if his siblings felt the same. "I-I am. We've been gone awhile though. L-looking for our mom and sister. Her name's Poltergeist," he added, almost as an afterthought. Finding her seemed even less likely than finding their mom now though he was trying desperately to cling on to hope that somehow their luck would change soon.