washboard melody

It was a pleasant day so far and Corvus was content to enjoy a day of leisure time. These sorts of days were more plentiful lately, as the cold that had held the lands in its grasp for so long seemed to fade. It was hardly the warmest summer he remembered but he had few complaints. He was alive and well and so was Twig, and his family was not just surviving, but prospering. The youngest of Abaven's youth were growing old enough to do things on their own without being supervised and though the thought of them embarking into the world alone did spark some wariness in the protective Destruction, he was always glad to see the pack's young growing into themselves and figuring out who they were. At first being around them had hurt, though he'd never let it show - they reminded him of what could've been, what had been taken from him and Twig.

Still, he'd always had a soft spot for kids and as they grew older he found that his grief had lessened. To an onlooker it'd be impossible to even spot, especially now as he trudged through the thicket, shaking loose a few stray burrs from his forelimbs. Not far ahead he saw the figure of someone, visibly as a soft breeze parted the grasses. Letting out a bark of greeting he loped forward, regretting it as soon as he noticed that it was Solo and he was drifting to sleep. Oops, too late to take it back now. "Hey, sorry, didn't see you were napping," he apologized with a soft chuckle as he strode forward a few more steps.