Corvus had gone way farther from home than he'd meant to. He was pretty sure this was as far as he'd ever gone, now that he was thinking of it. The yearling had gotten lost in his own thoughts and ended up traveling well through the day and into the night, and now he'd found himself in the midst of a rather strange terrain. The scents here were nothing like he'd ever encountered before - pungent and sweet and a bit foul all at the same time. The fruit that many of the plants here bore had long since fallen and had begun to rot away on the ground, and Corvus flinched as he stepped into something particularly mushy. Ick! Maybe he'd made a mistake in coming here.
Interestingly enough, though, another scent caught his attention. The smell was distinctly piney, but had another aroma to it he couldn't quite place. Glad that the Orchard was faintly illuminated by the stars and moonlight overhead - as well as fact that his eyes had long since adjust to the darkness - Corvus went to investigate. He was surprised when he saw another there, the tree's scent apparently having overpowered the smell of a wolf nearby. "Lookin' at something?" Corvus asked curiously, spending a moment eyeing the wolf with the vibrant coat before glancing back at the tree curiously.
