Corvus Pavus

• Likes music, will often hum to himself when he's alone.
• Dislikes being alone and will always search out groups of grans to spend the day.
• Doesn't mind getting clean, but dislikes wet when its not under his own terms.

Born to an 'exiled' princess, Corvus is the youngest of six. Being the only 'pretty one' in the litter, his mother spoiled him rotten. Luckily for his siblings, while he became very much spoiled, he also cared deeply for his siblings and did the best he could with what he was given. Being more effeminate than his mother and sisters made it difficult to travel every few moons, but his father managed to keep them moving. Corvus disliked getting wet and would whine and complain when it was raining until their father stopped. Any time they had to move through forest, he learned how to avoid sticks, barbs and burrs getting in his fur and was obsessive about cleanliness. A few years old, his sisters began looking at males as they passed. A couple of times, they were ignored when the males caught sight of Corvus, thinking he was a she. Most of the time, when the males learned of his gender, they backed off, but a few flirted back. Corvus learned the price of flirting with his own gender when a few took it too far and left him bleeding, but the thera swallowed his pride, cleaned his fur and found herbs with his mother's assistance to help him heal. Years later, Corvus flirts with only females and his sister's mates - who know he's teasing. Eventually, he decided he wanted to explore on his own and maybe find some females without the disapproving gaze of his father and overprotective hovering of his mother and set out on his own. He enjoys a good time, but due to his personality, none of the females have asked him to stick around. He does try to keep track of any resulting cubs and visits from time to time with the permissions of the mothers, respecting the ones who want nothing more to do with him.