Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

the snort from the alpha brings forth a coy curl of law's lips that vanishes near as soon as it forms. a veteran apocalypse survivor, law considers with a flick of his tail against his hocks and a small, bird-like cant of his head as he regards terance again. if there was anyone i want on my side it's definitely someone who knows how to survive. law doesn't attempt to keep the fact that he's kinda impressed out of his voice or off his face. if one thing he could say about his sister was that she knew how to pick her co-leaders ( because he remained unaware of her relationship with terance ).

law's muzzle crinkles slightly in a cringe at the mention of fish. he's not a fan but he supposes if he's going to be sticking around it was either fish and measly woodland creatures or starving to death. i'd say i can offer my hunting skills but ... law trails off. presently he doubts his hunting skills would do much good. they're skills wasted on simple and smaller prey that is usually reserved for the unskilled but again, beggars can't be choosers. — no, he replies to the flow of conversation. aside from the usual migrating of herds for the winter i didn't come across anything like this. so this was definitely isolated just to these wilds ...but whether that was a good thing or not law had no answer.