Shinier Than A Silver Dollar In a Goat's Butt

Lately Corvus hadn't been going far from home, but today he decided he wanted to stretch his legs. He had a lot on his mind, despite how good things were going overall in his life - most of his thoughts were good ones, all things considered, but a few less-than-ideal ones seemed intent on resurfacing no matter how hard he tried to push them back into the dark corners of his mind. Maybe hunting something a bit more challenging than usual, something he didn't find back in Abaven's territories, would do him some good today. That was the only reason he headed this way, heading higher into the mountains than he was used to. He wasn't about to do anything too crazy, like climb so high that he'd put himself in danger, but maybe some adrenaline would do some good in easing his restless thoughts.

The scent of a stranger caught his attention as he headed after. Maybe they were off to hunt, too? He'd caught a whiff of some goats awhile back that he intended to follow, and a partner in such an huint sounded like a grand idea. Before long a stranger came into view, settled into a still position as she looked over at something - his gaze followed hers as he spotted the small figures of a goat climbing up a steep cliffside. "Do you need any help?" Corvus cleared his throat to alert the stranger of his approach, speaking quietly so that there would be no chance of the goat possibly hearing their plotting from its distance.