Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

Noting that the female did not appear to be aggressive in anyway, his cautions dropped away slowly. She'd even returned his greeting, as well as introduced herself. To the argent yearling, that was a friendly sign, and one he appreciated. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Silver Bone," he voiced, giving a small bow of his head. "I am Alastor Vranas." He offered her a kind smile, enjoying the fact that he hadn't met a rude lupine. If that had been the case, he'd surely had started the process of making an enemy, and that was not something he wanted. Enemies in a new land seemed troublesome, and it wasn't something he wanted to get involved in. Yet. "Did you go for a swim?" The ashen man had been curious of that since seeing the wetness of her fur.