Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

He'd expected something a bit more impressive than a raven given the injury, but he still winced in sympathy.  It had left an awesome scar, and while Colt was a shallow creature most days, such marks told of a life well lived. Or an unfortunate accident. But still.

"Alpha crow, eh? That's interesting." He wouldn't have guessed they had a structure like that of a pack, not having given ravens much thought before. They just kinda... were. He wouldn't want the creatures mobbing around him all the time, but he could see where they could prove handy. Eye stealing aside.

"All the time, though, wow.". He wouldn't even want that kind of attention from one of his own kind. "Couldn't you tell them to get lost, if they listen to you?" Not taking into account the fact that she might enjoy their company and completely skipping over the issue of language barriers.