Fairspell Meadow I am drawn to you

Corvus didn't even notice his secret admirer until he was about to pass him. It seemed the man had seen some hardships in his past, judging from the scars on his face, the most notable around his damaged eye. He seemed content to simply stare in silence. The shadow slowed to a stop and offered him an amused smirk. While eager to return to his pack, he'd need to stop now and again, anyway. Do you need something? He asked the stranger, wondering if there were a pressing reason for his ogling. Some would've asked the question with more bite, but Corvus wasn't bothered by stares.