Deepwood Weald Come on, get up! Attack me!

Corvus was surprised to hear a purr in response, brow furrowing slightly in confusion when he looked in the sound's direction. However, it was indeed a wolf that revealed himself from the shadows, and Corvus took note of the fact that the male had been hiding behind a nearby tree. He was a youngster―clear from his somewhat gangly frame, but the boy already surpassed him in height. He'd fill out nicely with age.

Since the stranger didn't seem keen on speaking, Corvus took the initiative. What brings you here this fine night? He asked with a small grin that matched the white crescent on his dark chest.