The thought of Corvus seeming intimidating to anyone was almost laughable. The only wolves who risked being harmed by him in any way whatsoever were ones that wished harm upon his family and pack - to strangers he posed no threat, and so he had a hard time anticipating that he might come across as the least bit imposing. That was why he didn't hesitate to approach her, though he moved slowly and his posture was far from threatening, at least in his mind. If she was the least bit uncertain of his presence, he couldn't tell, though he silently noted the way her paws fidgeted unusually.
Her plain greeting earned a faint smile. Corvus's interactions with non-Abaven wolves had been limited, and this was a good reminder that he wasn't completely hopeless at socializing. Her next words, though, made him suddenly doubt that he was doing good at all. Uh.. what? Corvus realized he'd cocked his head to the side, trying to formulate a proper response. "Uh, no," he started, though quickly shook his head. "I mean - it' not that you can't help me -" Shit. Corvus was fumbling over his own words, and any semblance of confidence he'd initially displayed all but crumbled as he realized maybe he was more hopeless at this than he thought. "I was just, uh, trying to say hi," he finished weakly, shrugging his shoulders and hoping he didn't sound like a total idiot.
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