Lost Creek Hollow hunting for the little one

She didn't want to go through with the hunt... pity. Corvus had no qualms with putting himself in danger for the sake of food; he'd do the same if in a group, and as long as the buck was distracted, the fawn should've been an easy snag. Ah well. Grezig did have a point that there was more prey elsewhere, so he respected her decision.

His interest was piqued when she mentioned a pack in the making and invited him to join. It made him ponder for a moment, ember-like eyes downcast as he thought. He'd wanted to remain a loner just a while longer or perhaps find another group of nomads. Corvus had been a traveler all his life, so settling down was foreign and thus somewhat... unwelcome. But perhaps it was time for a new chapter in his life. It felt unwise to deny this opportunity being presented to him, as spending the lean season alone would leave him worse for wear, if not dead. Besides—Grezig was the first face he had any trust in out here.

It was decided, then. I accept your offer, Corvus answered finally. Where is your group located?