Hushed Willows [m] He got sick of people thinking he's a good guy

Over the past couple of weeks, Abel had fell back into a more nocturnal schedule. It was inevitable really, and a surprise he'd gone this far without wasting the days away. Thinking back on it, he was a bit dissapointed the daily routine hadn't lasted longer. But alas, it was much too easy to slip back into his normalcy when given an inch.

That wasn't to say he'd fallen out of his self assigned chores. Even in the night Abel would do his best to fill the caches ( a best that was admitedly not great ), or check the border for anything amiss.

Tonight he'd run into someone else on his lazy patrol. Reverie's brother; Abel couldn't say he knew him all to well, like most of the Hearthwood wolves. Now's as good a time as any to learn of him, he thought. 

Hey. This introduction was a bit too late wasn't it? Considering he'd been here well through the winter. The self awarness bought an awkward twinge to Abel's voice. He struggled to get some footing in the marsh.

You up too, huh?