Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

samothes notes her offended reaction and dips his head contritely, a somewhat sheepish smile tugging the corner of his lips. it's not as if she could read his family baggage at a glance, but she seems to be willing to let it go and so he does as well. no use dwelling on silver-point spectres of the past.

"ah," he says in a hum, making note of the name and description for later - surely he will cross paths with this durnehviir. something in the way spot says what to make suggests to the scholar a degree of friction, which he also makes note of. it surely can't be too bad or the pair wouldn't still occupy the same forest, but still.. it is, he thinks, useful to have an idea of where his will-be packmates stand with each other. it could come in handy one day.

"i'll be sure to report back," the wraith quips, a friendly smile playing his mouth. spot has provided some potentially useful data but he still feels largely ambivalent towards the cream-colored woman. she seems decent enough, he supposes. "any others to keep an eye out for?" he adds, curious who else he's yet to meet.