Face to Face

It'd been a long while since Corvus had thought about Ignis at all - so long, in fact, that he barely registered his scent when it first hit him. Losing his best friend had been painful for him, but all that pain had been overshadowed by the loss of his unborn children. It was something best left in the past, not something he felt like dredging up over and over again, not when there was so much life ahead of him to live. Tonight though he hadn't come here for any reason other than to scout the bordering lands; there was nothing he was running away from, no pesky thoughts to weigh him down, just the simplicity of the present and the hope he felt for the future. Lately he found himself thinking of children again, now that he felt he'd finally accepted the loss he and Twig had shared, at least enough to move forward. He wasn't quite ready to share his thoughts with Twig yet but he was working out how he felt toward the possibility.

Not right now, though. He'd found himself near the familiar lake that lay to the north of Abaven's lands, sniffing at the edge of the shoreline as he recorded the scents here to memory. Long ago he'd worried Winterfell might prove a threat to his pack and family, but those worries were behind him now. Of course they could never be too careful, but they couldn't live in fear, either. A content sigh slipped past his lips as he watched the fireflies dance above the lake, casting a faint reflection on its still surface. He wondered if maybe he should be heading back soon, with the sun already beginning its descent beneath the horizon, the light that remained growing rapidly dimmer; but then something caught his attention. First he noticed Ignis's scent, and then - after pausing and searching silently across the lake - he saw his vibrant red fur, a color unmistakable to him.

He shouldn't be here. He was too close to Abaven for comfort. Perhaps he was scoping out who remained? Wondering if the brutal previous winter had been unkind to them, had made their numbers suffer? He couldn't be too sure. He couldn't ignore his presence either. He was a Blackthorn, one of the highest ranking warriors in Abaven, and he'd promised himself to protect his pack against all threats, and this was no exception. Corvus wasn't sure how to approach him though, or if he should simply lay in wait, but he figured he ought to at least begin closing the distance between them, and so he began slowly trekking around this side of the lake toward Ignis. As he got closer, when he was sure his presence wouldn't go unnoticed, he simply slowed and stayed silent.