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the tone of the stranger's voice immediately intrigues him (and is he to become a beacon for these confused wayward souls? though the clay-toned boy in front of him does not seem an invalid as snowe was). "ravensblood," samothes answers smoothly, "both the name of the forest and the pack that will reside within." he is careful to emphasize will, his expression containing no hint of chastising - he is not trespassing yet.  

the scholar tilts his head slightly, gaze sweeping across the boy's form. "where did you come from?" he asks. lost is not a quality that is necessarily negative, in samothes' opinion: he was technically lost when he happened upon constantine, even if his wanderings had been of his own volition; he is technically lost to his family, though that's a trickier one to unpack. "and your name, if i may be so bold," he adds, voice turning a touch playful.