Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

Tat's favorite activity is (apparently) picking on children.

He marveled as the raven took flight, beguiled by it's unfurled wings of night. How birds could find insects – much less mosquitoes – appetizing was beyond him. That did not stop the secret (or visible, in this case) adoration he had for these creatures. Not only was he fond of ravens but many of its cousins as well. Mostly hawks, kites and eagles, but any manner of avian could capture his interest.
INDENT“Hmm...? Oh!” He looked back to his earthbound companion, bowing his head apologetically. “Sorry. I have a thing for birds. And your guess is as good as mine.” Tonravik did not name the place, obviously. Maybe it was just a title bestowed by the locals. “I suppose it's just a name for a landmark. Makes things easier to identify.” He shrugged, not terribly invested in how the now charred, uninhabitable spine became known as Ouroboros Spine.
INDENTUpon hearing her other comments, he made a face at her. One of pacific disbelief. She thinks Tatsuya knew of her home. She thinks no one died. That was an awful lot of presumptions given how clear-cut those two subjects are. But he was not going to pry any further into who yet lived within the woods. No, he'd much rather nitpick about the other thing because he was an ass like that. “I know where you're from, but not what the place is actually called.”