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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.