angel of the first degree • joining

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]With flying still out of the question for another week or so, it didn't seem wise for the owl to venture out past the walls of the camp. Vicious beasts roamed around every corner, and the closer he got to the mountain ranges, the closer he got to potentially butting heads with his mother and father once more. Both things weren't ideal for someone so vulnerable, but Corryn still pushed himself regardless. The owl had followed the various patrols that seemed to come in and out of home, mapping what directions they took and which trees they marked (which seemed really, really gross) and even how they hunted. There wasn't any preperation that could be had for encountering another stranger lost within the vast Sunhaven lands though, for everyone reacted to the sights of another differently. Some would be scornful and wary, others would be shy, the fledgling would have to be amiable.It just didn't make sense to be rude to someone who didn't deserve it, and judging by the wisp of a tone she had, the avian presumed that Bottleblonde was alright.

Coming to a standstill, the grounded Corryn would suddenly bend his legs, the tremors in them suggesting that he wasn't used to walking about so much on them. One was still bandaged following a dog attack as well, which made him put in more effort than something like a feline would've just by traversing a small plain. "Ha... Hi," he breathed, wide eyes slowly blinking as he took in the appearance of the tortie. It would seem rude to ask for a lift back on the spine of a newcomer, especially one who seemed to have their own leg injury, but Corryn was tempted just to stop the burning sensations from overexertion to get any worse. Perhaps he'd sneak a request in to one of his clanmates. "I'm sure you'd be able to stay, we're a pretty nice bunch, merchant folk we are, plenty of empty houses that the Art Guild could decorate up for you," he beamed, hoping that it wasn't too much exposition for someone who didn't currently live in the clan. "Name's Corryn by the way, where do you come from?" he tilted his head like a dog. Perhaps living with a bunch of four legs had a bigger impact on him then intended.