Blackfoot Forest I couldn't imagine a more perfect evening

He was intrigued when he saw a youngster on his own—and in such an eerie setting, no less. Corvus stalked closer without a word. He'd begun to think he had quite the nerve to be out here alone until the boy became visibly spooked from the cry of a shadow. Pity. The boy then whirled around to be met with his face, which quickly developed into a devilish smirk. But then he began to shriek like the foxes he so feared, and the smirk dissipated.

Corvus' ears flattened from the grating noise, and he reached up a paw to silence the source. There is no need for that, little fox, He said cooly, a relaxed expression replacing the spark of irritation before it. Where are your parents? This is no place for children to play. He was more curious than concerned but awaited his response, nonetheless.