Walkabout

Life was good. It could be better, but likewise Corvus knew things could get worse - and they had been worse, more than once. Some of the things Abaven had endured he wouldn't wish on anyone. For now he was content to remind himself that life was, in fact, good. Abaven as a whole was resilient and they knew how to adapt and overcome, to not only survive but to thrive against all odds. Seeing a sight like this, from the vastness of the ocean to the large stretch of land that lay behind him, helped remind him of just that. Maybe someday he'd have to bring Twig here and consider it a date. He stored the thought away in the back of his mind as he approached the stranger.

She seemed friendly enough, at least at first impression. Corvus was big on first impressions, even though he knew they didn't mean everything. He trusted in his gut when it came to meeting new wolves. "You might see more of us around," he admitted with a gentle smile. "My pack's called Abaven, we live just... that way-" He gestured south-west of them. Their lands would be difficult to miss if you were traveling in that direction. "So we come here a lot. Good place for herbs in the spring and summer. My name's Corvus, by the way." He wondered what she as doing here, if she was a loner or just passing by - she had no noticeable pack scent, as far as he could tell, but he wasn't terribly close to her either to be certain.