Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

Having given up on trying to sleep, Corvus sauntered around the territory, wanting to re-familiarize himself with the plateau. He was at least grateful for the clouds shielding his eyes from the sun's light, temporary as the respite would be. He spotted a dark figure in the distance by the stream. It was too small to be Kavik, so that left Corvus assuming it was a new face. When he was close enough to make out smaller details, he recognized the crimson-eyed boy from yesterday at the border. He appeared to be worse for wear and not too pleased about it. Corvus wondered what happened, and curiosity drew him closer still. An introduction was due, anyway. He could now make out the frustrated expression on his face as he stared into the cool water.

Once near enough to be heard clearly at an even volume, he said, You seemed troubled. It was a simple observation, but there was an underlying question of what had caused him to be in such a state. If the boy felt like explaining, he could; if he didn't, he could choose not to. Corvus didn't like pressing for answers. He awaited a response, curious to see how he would react and to get a taste of his character.