Confusion/chaos/misery

The addition of a working set of eyes wasn't something Veigar could complain about. Somehow he knew the male raven had been sent specifically for him, by someone in a different realm entirely - his mother, perhaps? He wouldn't think of her for long though, knowing if he did that he would sink back into the darkest depths of his mind. A place he'd spent far too long in, and one he wasn't keen to return to.

His new raven friend let out a sound of alert, one which made Veigar's pace slow as he neared the pond. He moved with intention, as careful as he could, slinking over the tall grasses that grew near the edge of the water. The smell of the pond was distinct, while the smell of another wolf here was much fainter, only increasing with each step he took. Not just a wolf, but a dog too. His head was held low to the ground, trailing after the scents carefully. It was only when he was within earshot - or at least what he calculated must be earshot - did he let out a bark, signalling his presence.

"Afternoon," he added to his greeting, making an effort to lift his head and point his unseeing eyes in the stranger's likely direction. "You know this place well?" He tried to still any nervousness he might be emanating about being so far from Insomnia's lands. It's been awhile - a long, long while - since he'd wandered this far at all, and he hoped he might be able to learn something about this place before being caught in a situation that might prove dangerous. Maybe this stranger knew a thing or two.