Neverwinter Forest Who thinks of a world that is just make-believe

Is that the one sort of there?  he pointed a nose off towards Blackfeather.  He'd passed by at a fair distance one of the times he'd wandered through, just to scope out what had been spoken of.  But no territory name had been mentioned -- just that the forest was dark.  And there were a lot of black birds around there, so he could make a few leaps of logic.  But he wasn't going to assume, as it sounded far better to Mal to not rush revealing his cards.  He did take another step or so forwards, nostrils flaring as he tried to pick up her scents even if things weren't favoring his direction.  He might remember Ramsay's at least...

And yeah, they are.  But he offered no more information -- not out of malice or anything like that, just because he was conversationally dense.  Like uhh... What else was he supposed to say?  He was just kind of a scruffy yearling that wasn't a giant bag of smiles.  That pretty much why he didn't instantly return the introduction -- it was starting to become a bit of a habit with him.