After informing Stigmata that there was someone he wanted to pay a visit to, Corvus set off to make that want a reality. It'd been several moons now, and he still wasn't close, but his pack's current claim was as "in the neighborhood" as he was going to get. The raven traveled by day, and while he would always prefer the night, he wasn't about to ruin his new circadian rhythm molded by Diaspora. Being able to travel in a close-knit unit again warmed his heart and made the change worth it. Corvus made sure to give the nearby pack a generous berth that would've pleased that virago. He chuckled at the irony of it, but he wasn't foolish enough to take his chances there.

The crisp wind blew his way, and it gifted him the scent of just who he was looking for: Treason. Altering his course, Corvus traveled at a steady trot, and he was soon rewarded with a dark-hooded white speck in the distance. With a sharp bark, he moved in closer, excitement thudding in his breast. He did owe her a spar, after all.

Once within speaking range, she greeted him with his name, so he returned with hers. Treason. It's been a minute, He said with a toothy smile, very aware of his lateness. He would've apologized for it, but Corvus was not one to simply hand out apologies. It wasn't like he had control over what transpired in his life over the past several months. That wasn't to say he didn't regret his bad timing, but...

I got a little caught up. He tilted his head to bring attention to the newest and most gnarly scars in his collection. Their appearance didn't bother him, but they reminded him of the fiend that stole his mother's life. Coincidentally, he almost suffered the same fate. That is what truly enraged him. But Corvus swept that thought aside to keep his attention on Treason. You seem to be doing well, He noted, sounding almost as if they were comrades. They definitely weren't, but Treason was interesting, and that was enough for him. He valued having connections, as well. Maybe an alliance between their packs could be forged, he mused.

To her question, he shrugged. I lost consciousness after he dealt the blow. He almost did me in, Was all he could say about that. Treason mentioned how she was in a leading position now, which wasn't too surprising considering her high position before. Something happened to the alphas? Corvus asked in turn, wanting to know what caused her to acquire the position.

She then commented with uncertainty that he'd moved, and he nodded. I did. The plateau pack disbanded. I'm now in Diaspora, residing in the Sunspires. He was prideful to be part of this pack. It felt more like home than the plateau pack, despite how attached to the latter he'd become. Not only that, but it felt more held together, more solid. Liri and Kavik made several decisions he found questionable at the time, and now he recognized them as foolish. Not that he looked down on the pair, but Stigmata was a logical beast that didn't let emotion interfere with his decisions, and Corvus found that to make him a superior leader.

If Lost Creek Hollow is interested in allies, I could relay that to my leaders, He tacked on, figuring it couldn't hurt to offer. He may as well while he was there and speaking to a now-leader of the pack.

Corvus gave a simple hum in acknowledgement at her explanation of what happened to the previous beta. It was enough for him. Treason was predictably amused at his telling of the plateau pack's fall, even to the degree of giving a pointed laugh. He mused it was because of the exceedingly negative view of the alphas she based off of one interaction. Treason easily won the award for "most captious wolf he'd ever met", which Corvus saw to be a huge flaw, but he kept this to himself.

I was considering it, but your pack is the neighbor of one I doubt would take well to me, He started. Knowing that she would ask for an elaboration, he decided to go ahead and give it. One of their wolves challenged me for being closer to their borders than she liked while I was passing by, and I never deny a challenge. It was a fair fight — a mutual agreement — but another wolf leapt into the fray, and I had to flee. In hindsight, I should've taken the fight elsewhere. I'm not sure what they think of me, but I don't think they're my biggest fans. He also felt there were some miscommunications, but as always, hindsight was 20/20. And irregardless of that, this pack reminds me of one I once called home. It feels right for me in every way. He was sure Treason thought little of his reasoning on anything, but Corvus didn't care. She asked, so he answered.

Her explanation of a past run-in with Stigmata was unexpected, and it did sound somewhat concerning, but he didn't have the full story nor all its details. Added to what he knew about how this wolf saw others, Corvus would take it with a grain of salt. I agree that it sounds like he thinks quite highly of himself. It's best he chose to lead a pack of his own, then. Maybe Stigmata did have an over-inflated ego (not unlike the leader he was speaking to now), but everyone had their flaws. That was not enough to sway him from being part of Diaspora. Still, it's a shame an alliance would be unlikely, He finished.

Ah, so its name was Easthollow. Corvus was not expecting such a... soft description of the pack, which showed in his expression, but perhaps his experience had been atypical. Her verbiage made him chuckle, and he jested, I might just have to do that on my way back, then. Treason then said she hoped the pack worked out, and Corvus confidently replied with, I'm sure it will.

She mentioned Redshank and a heinous past deed of his, which caused him to blink in disbelief, unsure if he'd heard that right. Was she lying about this? Probably not, as he couldn't think of a reason for her to. If this is true, I'm don't think Stigmata would want a cretin like that in his ranks, either. I certainly don't, He asserted before asking, Why did he attempt to murder your alpha, and when was this? Corvus needed details, and he'd report them to Stigmata as soon as he returned.

He hadn't been made aware of this by any of his packmates, not even Stigmata, nor did he know who she told, which prompted the question to pass his lips. Who did you tell? He asked just in case it may be useful — in case someone was trying to cover for Redshank.

Treason explained what happened, and Corvus' brows furrowed as he tried and failed to understand his reasoning for any of it. He also disagreed with Redshank being spared after such an idiotic display of violence. That was just asking for him to bite them in the ass at worst. At best, he became someone else's problem, and "someone else" was Diaspora — himself included. But Corvus would keep his opinion of Liffey's decision to himself. He's an unstable fool, and I'll make sure Stigmata is aware of it, He promised. The thought of preparing to turn back crossed him, but that sparked another that he'd almost forgotten in the mass exchange of information that'd taken place between them.

I should head back soon, but before I go... I owe you a spar. Is that still on? Maybe she wasn't interested in a spar anymore, but that was something Corvus looked forward to, if she was. Treason was a sizable wolf, and he wondered how well she put it to use at her young age.