Blackfoot Forest Where's your kingdom? What's the matter?

You're fine!

He was surprised to hear someone announce his presence nearby. He probably would've noticed the other man beforehand if he'd only been paying attention. What a mess he'd become. Corvus shoved the emotions down and drew a mask over his face when he turned to glance at the stranger. He couldn't bring himself to flash him a grin. The man resembled a spent bullet: a sleek form of sterling silver coated in a layer of gunpowder. Despite their dull color, there was a sharpness to his eyes that Corvus quite liked.

Greetings, stranger. Do you need something? He asked, wondering what prompted him to approach. Corvus' tone was relaxed, though not overly welcoming. The wind shifted, and he caught his scent, which was peppered with the scents of others. He was a pack wolf, the shadow noted. He'd keep that fact tucked away for now.