Lost Creek Hollow hunting for the little one

Hope you don't mind me picking a time of day! :v

After distancing himself from his scrap with the irritable pack wolf, Corvus had taken a much-needed rest. When he awoke, it was the morning of the next day. There went his sleep schedule, once again. A finicky thing, it was. But he felt relatively refreshed, despite the minor twinges that lingered from the fight. He was used to the feeling and simply ignored it as he continued on towards the forest up ahead.

The trees here were incredibly tall and offered a cool, shaded atmosphere, which he greatly appreciated. The sound of rushing water met his ears, and Corvus sauntered in its direction. Soon enough, the scenic sight of a waterfall graced him, and he basked in the mist that floated around it. Moving on, he came across a stream, which he took a generous drink from. Without the blood of prey to nourish him in the summer heat, he'd become slightly dehydrated. The thought reminded him of his need for food, and Corvus decided that he would try his luck here.

The wind had not been in his favor to scent the wolf nearby, but he did hear their footsteps in the distance. Following the sound, he soon caught sight of a woman trying to track something. Looking for something? He asked, stopping a short distance away. Perhaps she had the same idea as he did.