It's not you, it's me

Albion had indeed noticed Avacyn’s absence from him; he didn’t get the sense she was avoiding him until a couple of days passed. He had seen her briefly visit his siblings, and was beginning to wonder if head done something to displease her during the raid. He couldn’t really figure anything out though, he’d bested both of his opponents. He’d done very well in the raid, surely that wasn’t the reason he hadn’t seen her.

When he tried to do the opposite and meet with her, she was rushed and busied, too much so that he couldn’t even assist her. So he’d taken a hint and lingered in Scylla’s presence. He was alone right now, all of his siblings managed to wander off for their daily activities and he was left alone here. He took the opportunity to take a nap on his own in the quiet, but even then he was disturbed.

He opened an eye at the sound of pawsteps approaching, surprised to find Avacyn outside the den calling for her. "Yes,” he muttered sleepily as he shook himself then brought himself to his paws so he could meet her outside. "What can I do for you?” He asked easily with a simple tilt of his head.

"Albion Baskara Klien"