Overture Downs Cheap hotels have their own charm

@Treason!!! Forward dated to around the 23rd so he had time to settle in n such.

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.