Jade Fern Grove That's why you're you, and the same goes for me as well

Yeah can I get uhhhhh @Arbiter?

Dusk arrived, and he rose from his restless slumber. Corvus began the ongoing search for prey with his nose down, except it was not prey he scented, but a band of wolves. One such scent stood out in his mind: Treason. They weren't merely acquaintances, but she was familiar nonetheless. He felt conflicted. She'd offered him a place in her pack moons and moons ago, and a pack meant security. He'd survived against all odds thus far, but he was a lone wolf in winter. To say Corvus was pushing his luck was an understatement.

He was a fool.

But he'd been avoiding others of his kind for so long now that fighting against that inertia was almost painful. He wouldn't be able to ignore his own hypocrisy if he thrust himself into a pack only to avoid everyone he possibly could. Dread settled in his belly like a stone, rooting Corvus in place as he fought with himself.