Blackfeather Woods On second thought

Ah, so he wasn't as closed as first impressions may seem.
A name was offered up, and to Rowan, it did sound really fuckin fake. But it was better than no one?
Oh well, he'd find out one day if this name was true or not.

It seemed his position helped.
More relaxed, not so opposing, and you might get more answers, especially if you provided some yourself.

He looked about. One may see this as some old fungus filled dingy corner of the Teekons, but he saw beauty and life. The small flowers sprouting through the forest floor, the bright fungus at tree roots, evergreen ivy bringing light to the woods from its waxy leaves. The toad that hops away from your paws and ants that march in their own world. The deathly caw of the blackbirds swooping above and the soft brush of their wings through the air.
"I think it is quite suiting," he looked back to Skoll, "but I hear this forest wasn't grown in a day," a rueful grin sprung from his lips.
If he could read thoughts, maybe he too would see what he and apparently Marisol saw.