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As his smile grew, so did Corvo's apprehension. He did not like the slyness to the other male's smile, the way he seemed at ease in such an eerie place. He listened to the answer to his question, but the stranger trailed off, making Corvo wonder what it was he had meant to say. Perhaps, like him, this wolf had a past he did not want to remember. Perhaps, like him, this wolf headed for vengeance. 

But he went on, explaining that he had no home to leave behind. Despite his suspicions, Corvo couldn't say he didn't understand the sentiment. He didn't have a home either. Not anymore. How he wished he could return to what he once had though. 

"I guess because I want to go far," Corvo explained, almost to himself. 

He let the topic drift away with the fog, and decided instead to introduce himself, since he'd rather give that information than any about his past. "I'm Corvo, by the way."