Shadewood the wood's labyrinth

The look of almost-amusement was enough to shake some of his mistrustful tendency away again, like a tide drawing back from shore for but a few moments before it would wash back in. Cormorant's response was a full scoffing sound and then a chuckle, he shook his head, If only it was something so lofty.

He stopped there - levity still lurking among the gloom, unwilling to be smothered so easily. It was still a laughable thought to him, that he had anything to compare to some kind of nobility. Any of his class was pure façade.

Comorant's paws flexed beneath him as he listened, and then paused, considering all he had been told and all he had given in return. He settled on something careful, something safe, his tone rueful regardless. Death, more than anything else.