Ravensblood Forest from silence rose a symphony

He followed as well as he could, the jist of what the man said understood even if the exact message was lost upon him. Not everything needed words to be understood, and though it wasn't instinct that led him to understand, it was something very similar and not unlike the way Stjornuati and the ravens communicated. While no words passed between himself and the avians, there was still a mutual understanding.

His head dipped, an acknowledgement, tail yet lax against his haunches. Vinur, yes. Friend. Hrafn, raven lead here. Ah... leiðarvísir. Guide, how you say? His eyes trailed down to the meal before looking around him, scenting the air finally, forcing his focus to pull away from the raven-man and take note of his surroundings. Solpallur would no doubt follow him here soon enough, and he'd never hear the end of it he allowed his brother to ambush him.

Child, yes? Referring to the one he had mentioned. Ravens trust this one. This one trusts you.