His children were growing, almost yearlings in their own right. When summer, or winter for Auster, came they would hit that magical age. Already their personalities were really shining through. Strong, kind, brave, the tiny winged man couldn’t have been more proud of them. Today he had decided to dedicate some time to one of his children. He wanted to build more bonds, make memories, while he had the energy to do so. Gavroche hated to admit it, but he wasn’t such a young man anymore. There were a few stray white hairs starting to appear around his muzzle. He wore the sweetest smile, his green gaze on the lookout for one of his children. Corbin had at last been deemed well enough to be out and about unsupervised. His temporary loss of sight had Gavroche feeling overprotective and, even if it meant sending James with him, he would make sure his son was safe. As he met the edge of the territory of the falls where it faded away to Cattail Creek he noticed the orange-marked boy’s scent, along with that of his sheep. They’d been here recently. Perhaps Cor could put up with his father for a bit longer and humor him by spending time together? That was Gav’s mission when he set off from the cave after all. "Speech" 'Thought.'

After having spent so much time without being able to see the world around him the young man had a lot of catching up to do.  With an adventurous spirit, wild imagination, and a desire to explore all he hadn’t seen yet the creek was a perfect spot for Corbin to wander.  

Hopping from one side of the creek to the other, bouncing off rocks, and shoving his nose into the cattails were all fun moments.  Ducklings were spotted at one point near the river with unhappy parents watching Corbin from a slight distance.  Corbin wasn’t interested in killing ducklings, if he wanted to try hunting he would at least go for the adults.  Today was about enjoying sights though, not spilling blood.

Paws created small splashes as he walked through the water he found an exposed root of a large tree that was creating an arc from the ground to the bottom of the creek.  Silvery fish darted through their bridge, a thick mossy bottom held its own secrets of baby fish hiding within.  Corbin stuck his muzzle in the water, nose tapping at the moss causing bubbles to flow to the surface with exhaled breath.  

Corbin raised his head, sneezing out water, shaking the water from his muzzle.  After sneezing the bore took a deep inhale of fresh air and with that picked up the scent of his dad.  Looking towards his dad’s scent, passed Rocky’s grazing form he spotted the winged form of his small father.  Dad had once seemed considerably larger than the younger Corbin but that had all changed now that he was nearly a year old.  Still, regardless of size Dad was dad and larger in his own way.

After a moment of waiting he ran towards Dad, with the joyfulness of youth he ran as if he’d charge into Dad, muscles tensing right before and leaping as high as he could to leap over Dad, he’d make it unless Dad made any quick motions to make himself bigger or a longer jump.  “Hey, dad!”

"Corbin"

It should have come as no surprise to Gavroche that with his sight returned his son might want to get out and enjoy life once more. He’d been denbound for some time, and there were still plenty of things to see and do in their territory, after all. It made Gavroche happy that his son would be out enjoying himself. The winged male was calm, padding along with his tiny paws. He could hear the burble of the creek, and wondered if maybe his son was entertaining himself with the shallow water. There were fish, bugs, ducks that frequented the area… and had the habit of snacking on some of the herbs he planted. Gavroche chuckled softly to himself, but then, all of a sudden, he heard his son. And Corbin came at him, leaping over Gavroche as the older wolf ducked, wings fluffing up slightly in a defensive manner. Not that Gav would have anything to fear from his son, it was just a reflex. He’d turn green eyes toward his boy as Corbin landed, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “Making good use of your returning sight I see, my boy.” Gavroche padded closer, giving his son a loving nuzzle. “What have you been up to today, Corbin? Anything interesting you might want to show me?” He asked, hoping to encourage his son to share his interests with him. "Speech" 'Thought.'