whatcha got there
01-19-2022, 04:47 PM
Things in Abaven were beginning to change, and for the better. Corvus wholeheartedly believed in the direction Theory was taking things. They'd always been a haven for those who needed in, family in particular - but opening their borders even more completely seemed a natural course of direction to take. He just hoped her plan was ultimately successful, but he couldn't imagine why it might not be. There were always wolves who needed to learn, and Abaven had their fair share of willing teachers. Already he was beginning to go over the sorts of lessons he could teach, though he supposed it depended on the sort of wolves that ended up enrolling; his lessons would be quite different if the majority of the fighters were completely inexperienced.
The sound of someone sneaking around through the thicket caused his thoughts to derail. Head held high, he sniffed at the slight breeze that rustled through the underbrush and decided the scent was definitely not Abaven. A trespasser? But why? They were still recovering from the long night and the strange sickness that had ravaged Boreas. They had little worth plundering and certainly no enemies that would want to target them. Briefly his mind traveled to his former friend who had lived in the north, but he shook those thoughts away swiftly. "Hello? Who's there? Show yourself," he demanded, firmly but not unkindly, as he continued poking through the thicket.