Wild Berry Meadow an heir of beauty and serenity

He wasn't sure he had heard anyone utter his name for some time. Especially in a tone that was not disgust, anger or anything else negative. It caught him off guard just the slightest. Pale gaze briefly traveled elsewhere. Behemoth was feeling something he couldn't describe nor could he figure out if it was good or bad.

Eventually he yellow gaze found her features again. The knowledge of where she was from was minimal. He knew nothing of the name she spoke. Although it sounded dark. Almost too dark for someone who had been cowering from a murder of crows. Blackfeather...crows, well it seemed intertwined to him.

I'm from nowhere. He answered plainly as his gaze roamed over her before looking to the lands around them. I travel freely.