Ravensblood Forest hippity-hop, all the way to the birdie boiler

Possible exit. Or you can keep pesterin' him! Bartok love <3

The vague response was somewhat expected, so it didn't irk Anselm as much as it might have bothered another wolf. He gave a soft snort as the information registered in his mind, and then promptly fell silent. There was nothing else he would try to pry from the raven's tied tongue. Whether the bird lingered much longer or not, the storm cloud continued to billow through the thicket and towards the unknown.