After an unsuccessful hunt that morning Rhea had wandered over to the rapids to stare at the churning water for a while, looking a little dejected as she padded with her head low and ears back. She'd been so stinking close too, ugh. She guessed there was no use stewing in her disappointment, but then again, not everything one did was useful. Sitting far back enough that she could still hear things other than the rapids, Rhea flopped down and sighed.

Being here reminded her of when she'd spoken with her aunt Sparrow not too far from this spot. She'd been a little pup then, terrified when her aunt suddenly appeared and warned her to be careful around the frothy water so she didn't fall in. She'd made it sound like someone might have fallen in before. Rhea didn't exactly have a super close relationship with her aunt, but it was still sad that she'd died. Huffing again, rhea turned to look skyward, green eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight that was finally breaking through the winter storm clouds. Today felt like a weird day. She didn't know why, it just... did.

It'd been awhile since he'd really spent time with his sister. He didn't mean to be evasive, it sorta just... happened. He'd been preoccupying himself with getting to know some of the newer members, like his friend Ignis, and training with Acere. He was finally getting more comfortable in Abaven, even with all its weirdness, and he intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. Hopefully Rhea was starting to feel the same, too? He hadn't checked in with her for awhile and he was starting to feel guilty, as if he'd been avoiding her. Deciding to change that, he caught wind of her scent near the rapids and trailed after it, dead set on finding her. It was a pretty nice day, all things considered. Winter's cold temperatures were still clinging to the lands, but today was one of those days that felt weirdly refreshing despite the chill. The sun was peeking through dark clouds, providing much-needed warmth, and Corvus realized he hadn't needed the sun quite so badly until it was here again. He heaved a content sigh as he walked, grateful when he finally saw Rhea, resting at the edge of the rapids. A grin broke out over the yearling's features as he quickened his pace, only slowing when he reached her, panting from the run he'd broken out into. "Rhea," he greeted her with a gentle dip of his head. "What's up?"