He went off to explore on his own, for the first time in forever. Rivaxorus probably had been afraid to be alone. He was at home in the north but if someone he used to know found him, that was the scariest. Self esteem returning slowly, he had entered the lifeless caverns to explore but then was stopped in his tracks by the sudden choking feeling he had. Like a dense energy had decided to fill the cave and that made him pull his ears back to his skull for a moment. He would have to explore with caution. Rivaxorus let his paws carefully settle into the cavern. As he took in a sharp breath he made sure his tail level with his spine. Using his nose to sniff out the place he was half hoping to find a soul. Also hoping he didn't run into a ghost of some sort. Stopping as he raised head giving off a soft sigh. Maybe he should get out more often. "Talk"

Treat!

Rivaxorus gets a treat!

With a cock of its head, the raven watches the large brown wolf. Not many dared to enter this cavern, so this one must be special. Letting out a caw to get the wolf's attention, the raven ran its claws along the rock that it was perched on. "Special wolf, coming in to this dark place," the bird called, its hoarse voice bouncing off the rocks around it. "Answer my riddle, if you are so wise," it cawed with a bob of its head, beady black eyes focusing on his different coloured eyes. "What belongs to you, but others use more often?" it asked, cawing once more as it awaited the wolf's answer. Rivaxorus will gain +5 intellectual points for solving the riddle!

The male stopped when he noticed the rather strange raven in his path. Usually such an odd thing wouldn't be what he expected in the caves. As his two different colored eyes focused on the raven he was met with a riddle. The huge male would have to stop and consider the question. Rivaxorus held his breath as he rolled over the thoughts in the back of his head. Then came up with an answer to give the black bird. "My name?" he asked as his voice echoed off the walls. He then shifted on his paws, wondering what would happen if he was wrong. However he believed that he could figure out that much at least. His name was something that belonged to him but others would speak it to him more than he. Considering it'd be odd if he talked to himself as the third person. "Talk"