Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

 her request strikes him as odd without context, and he chuckles, but obliges easily. "suppose i really meant a friend, a woman named thelxiope. she may be joining us sometime," he explains - while he believes the fey's intentions, it would be foolish to assume she will follow through, and so he phrases it carefully. he would certainly not begrudge her if she ends up not joining him in the red-sapped forest, so long as he finds her again, eventually. 

 spot, like him, is a recent recruit - actually, for all samothes knows, they're all fairly recent recruits. he'd not thought to ask constantine how long he's been staking claim - it seems irrelevant in the face of the facts, anyway. at most an indicator of constantine's thoroughness at this, but even so, these things take time. and he's here now. "roughly the same, a bit less," the scholar answers, expression easy. "are you from the teekons as well? i'm not," he asks next, curious to get a feel for his packmates demographics.