Firestone Hot Springs Wandering crow

Aw, thanks (and he's not always sweet. :p).

Blue’s chuckle was soft as Crete’s modest shrug of indifference at her compliment, having never paid any particular attention to his communication skills. It tickled Crete’s triangular ears, which slid down to half mast despite that he understood she was not mocking his humility. It was not often that Crete found himself embarrassed, or flattered, even. He was not particularly used to compliments, but then again all the girls he had grown up with had either been his siblings, or goo-goo eyed for Tyrannus or Perry or Att. Crete had always pretty much assumed that while he was as equally as good looking as any of his brothers, that he never stood a chance with the female species because he couldn’t talk to them. Literally. Not that he had ever been taken with a female, beyond the complex simplicity of a boyhood crush. It had been a long time ago, and while Crete had trained with her in some things, he figured she was probably one of Tyrannus’ many wives, consorts or something. Putting those thoughts hastily out of his mind, Crete focused back upon Blue.

Crete had focused back upon Blue in time to catch what she had just began to say to him. She told him that her father had used to explore so he had an awareness of what his children would be facing. Aether and March Owl had never done that - pretty much it had always been explore at your own risk, be careful and come home alive, or at least in one piece. Of course, both March Owl and Aether had a pack to run and did not have the time to devote to making sure their numerous children weren’t getting into mischief. She admitted, after she seemed to equally hop off memory lane as he had moments before, that she was not familiar with this region. Crete was new to it as well, though knew it’s flora and fauna a tad bit better than her, if only because he’d been there a little longer. He’d came across a few plants he recognized, though in truth, he would be of little to no help to her if they stumbled across something she didn’t know but he did, or if they came across something neither of them knew.

Still, he had offered to help in his Crete-like way, and he was a gentleman of his word. He offered her a soft smile as if to say That‘s ok,.

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