It was rare that Corvus wandered far from home at all, and though Mount Volkan bordered Abaven's lands on their western edge, it wasn't often he came out this way. He remembered coming out this way before, patrolling with Acere, who had tentatively warned him about a pack that had laid claim to these lands. Now, though? He wasn't sure what had happened, but no pack markers could be found here, so Corvus could only assume they had come and gone. It was strange to imagine packs being so temporal - as far as he knew, Abaven had been a constant for many years, even before his father was born. He couldn't help but wonder what had transpired here as he slowly began to traverse the cliffside. Speculating about things that didn't concern him was a welcome change from his own more somber thoughts. Corvus knew deep down he shouldn't complain, yet.. he still found himself occasionally sulking over various aspects of his life. Truthfully he wasn't good with change, and the strange happenings of the last year were beginning to weigh on him - and so was the fact that he hadn't seen his parents in ages.
He wasn't much of a wanderer, but he hoped a quick trip outside of packlands might distract him for a short while. The summer's heat had set in quickly and the rather temperate spring had shifted into something far hotter and dryer than he was used to. Oh well, though; Abaven had survived worse weather, he doubted a slight drought would spell disaster for his family or pack. Still, it wasn't entirely comfortable - even now as he trekked up the steep cliffside he'd decided to climb, the dry air seemed to ravage his lungs. Briefly he paused to lick his dry lips and catch his breath, his chest heaving from the journey. It was only when he paused that he saw something that caught his eye. From the corner of his vision he could've sworn it was something on fire - the air here was brimming with a strange sulfuric odor, like nothing he'd ever experienced before - but upon further inspection he realized it was a wolf.
Not just any wolf, but a rather pretty female, at least from what he could tell from a distance. Cautiously he observed her for short while, noting her slight stature, though his attention was quite captured by the way her flame-colored markings licked her jet black coat. As if mesmerized, he only snapped back to reality when he thought he saw her move. Shit, had she noticed him staring? Pushing off, he hesitantly veered to close the distance between them... though casually, avoiding walking straight towards her. When he got within earshot he tilted his head and offered her a casual nod, and let a faint smile tug at his lips. "Oh, hey," he feigned surprise - and probably did a really shitty job of it - as he glanced her direction.
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