Phoenix Maplewood You stand before me? I'm impressed

He was following the scent trail of a rabbit when the sound of footsteps nearby caught his attention, and he stopped. The nosferatu lifted his head, turning it to find a dark wolfess staring back at him. His attention was drawn to the contrasting teardrop-shaped marking over her left eye. Like himself, scars littered her body. Unlike Liri, though, it was clear these scars were from battle, which Corvus found admirable. Now that he faced her, nose in the open air, he could faintly smell others on her pelt, denoting a pack wolf of some kind.

The woman didn't desire to speak upon spotting him. While not an overly conversational creature, he didn't want to just let silence hang between them. Always willing to feed his curiosity, the shadow asked, What brings you out here this fine night? His lids hung lazily, shading his intense eyes while he stood with an utterly relaxed posture.