snares, flares, and bears?

Corvus had never been a big fan of the summer heat, but after the long period of chilly darkness they'd endured he was practically the sun's biggest fan. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth as he made his way slightly north of Abaven's lands. Life was good right now - quiet, sure, but still good. Things would be changing soon though and he was intent on enjoying some welcome downtime until then. Slowly he made his way through the thick grasses that surrounded the lake he knew was just ahead, enjoying the feeling of the sun splaying down on the dark fur of his back. As he drew closer to the lake he felt the dirt transform to soggy mud beneath his paws, and finally the scent of a stranger reached him. Curious, he trailed after it until the grey form of someone appeared up ahead, and Corvus let out a quiet bark to alert the stranger to his presence.

Moving close to the lake's surface, he left a safe distance between them. "Afternoon," Corvus called out warmly as he came to a halt. Whatever he was doing was hard to discern - it looked like he was searching for something, though he couldn't tell what. "Mind if I ask what you're doing? Maybe I could help a bit?" His smile was genuine as he regarded him curiously. Corvus hadn't always been the most social of wolves but the long night had made him want to reach out more to those he came across. He had knowledge to offer the youth of Boreas, and though this stranger wasn't exactly a child he was still young compared to himself.

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