Whitebark Stream i died for beauty

Corvo cocked an eyebrow, scrutionizing the younger male with no attempt to hide the fact. The youth's contempt reminded Corvo of his brother, who had little to no respect for anyone. And no fear either. Not that Corvo thought he was much to fear, but he thought it rather foolish for the young wolf to have approached him in the first place. Thinking back to that age, Corvo's mother would have panicked had he ever wandered that far from her side. Rather than warrant her disappointment, Corvo remained, eventually growing strong enough to care for her instead. 

Then again, that hadn't exactly worked out, had it.

"Your borders? A little wet behind ears to be laying claim to much of anything, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer. "And I didn't pick up much scent nearby anyway. Which means, you're a little far from those borders, right?"

He didn't expect a clear response. The youth seemed more interested in scalding Corvo with his words than anything.