While he looked to the treetops, he still found quiet. But, knowing ravens and crows frequently fought there was an interesting twist (while he wondered if the forest's title had anything to do with that -- Blackfeather, and all). Hm, wonder what they fight about..
he drawled curiously. But perhaps they had settled it for the wintertime, as she said.
Anyway, she had answered and he nodded, deciding in favor of attending to the matter of hunger before bothering her any further. While he could probably muster up more questions, his attention span was bound to wane the hungrier he felt. And in order to safely hunt, he'd have to put some serious distance between himself and this pack territory. So it would be best he got going. Well, thanks for answering. Maybe you will see me again..
he shrugged, pivoted, and began to take his leave.