Think About Your Life

Despite the strange weather they'd dealt with for the last few seasons, things in Abaven - at least for himself - were beginning to go back to normal. The grief he and Twig had suffered during their miscarriage seemed duller now; though it was still there, it was easier to focus on everyday life rather than wallow in his feelings constantly. Not that he'd opened up to anyone except Twig about it. It was easier to simply focus on what was going on around him, on what they needed, on what Abaven needed. That sort of thing came easily to him anyway.

And today, he wasn't quite sure what that was. He'd been scouting the borders somewhat aimlessly when he caught the scent of one of the youngest pack members leading away from the pack borders. It wasn't too far, sure, but he was still curious. After some time he saw Balthier up ahead. Though part of him was always looking out for the pack's children, and though he did worry for them, more than that he just wanted them to know he was here for them - he wasn't really the type to try to parent everyone's kids, but he knew it really did take a pack to raise them, so he was happy to help contribute. "Hey, Balthier!" Corvus called out, his tongue friendly and light. "Want some company?" Whatever he was doing, it didn't matter. He caught sight of something he was carrying as he loped up toward him but couldn't quite tell yet what he was up to.