((Set very close to the search party thread, I'd really prefer that no one who's gonna be aggressive or otherwise prone to aggression jump in, but rude or mean characters are more than welcome <3))

The sun glinting off the water had roused the young woman from her sleep, she'd gently and carefully extracted herself from the pile that was her sleeping brothers, she shivered quietly in the winter air and approached the water, she wrinkled her nose at the brackish colour and after casting a quick glance back at her still sleeping brothers made up her mind. She told herself she wouldn't be gone long, simply doubling back on the trip they'd taken the previous day, just a little bit, following the sand and the sea until she found the peaceful little bay.

The Delta they'd stayed at was still visible from here, though she couldn't make out her siblings, the ease of her movements was changed now, being so far from them she was visibly on edge, though nowhere near as visibly anxious as she was back in Abaven. The girl moved carefully into the shallows of the bay, feeling the cool water swirling around her ankles, one ear perked to listen for any movement behind her, she wadded further into the water, until it was up to her knees and she set about washing in the clear cool water.


"Speech"

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"Talk" Walk He needed to get away from the pack for a day or so. He had been all over the place, searching for new lands to move to and eventually, as he was making his way out of the North, he decided he wanted to pop near Abaven to...well...he wasn't sure. Maybe he'd find Corvus outside the pack somewhere, but what were the chances of that? What would he even do or say if he saw the one he still...loved? He wasn't sure how to feel anymore. His heart still ached for Corvus, but he felt completely lost when his thoughts drifted to him. Instead, he walked the shores near Abaven, making sure to keep out of sight in the event they got hostile towards him. He didn't know if any of them knew about what happened between him and Corvus, or even if they knew that he'd stolen Winterfell. Drifa had been the first to leave, and no doubt she had already told Abaven and any others who would listen about what he'd done. Part of him felt ashamed. And he knew it was the part of him that felt normal...that part of him that wasn't violent. The part of him that used to feel sane and stronger than he felt now. As he was focused on his thoughts, he almost didn't notice that someone was in the water, though when he did look up he didn't recognize who it was. He did get the scent of Abaven...so he knew it was one of Corvus' packmates. He slowed his steps a bit as he warily watched them.