Mount Apikuni Well hello there, new friend.

One of the few things Corvus liked about this mountain was the view. Not just of the world below, but of the sky above―especially at night. Being so high up made him feel closer to the stars and the moon, which he always appreciated the sight of. While wandering about with energy the night gifted him, he scented the wolfdog whose name he could not recall. Grezig had mentioned it, but it was strange and foreign to him, making it difficult for the brute to remember.

Figuring they needed a proper introduction, he seeked her out to eventually find her stargazing atop a boulder. The nights up here are wonderful, aren't they? The shadow asked as he strolled up beside the boulder she resided on. His deep amber eyes fixated on the brilliant moon hanging above for a moment before drifting down to look back at the woman. She looked quite similar to himself, pelt nearly uniform in its shadowy color only to be broken up by the smallest speck of white on her chest. Her eyes, like his, were a burning rust color. Interestingly, her ears were flopped like that of a pup. Corvus had known wolfdogs, but never ones with ears like that. Interesting.