If anything, Corvus was a halfway decent listener.. even to someone that might not be terribly good at talking to others about much of anything. That was what he hoped, at least. Sometimes he could talk without thinking about what he was saying, but he could empathize with her pain, even if she wasn't being very forthcoming with it - he could tell that not knowing who she was and where she'd came from, not really, would be hard. But she had her brother, and that was something, right? He could relate to that, even if nothing else. His family meant everything to him.. even when they were gone.
He nodded in understanding, letting a faint smile touch his lips at her words. A question followed, and before he answered her hesitantly took a step forward and found a patch of solid ground to recline upon, rocking on his haunches. His head tilted to the side as his face found the eastern side of the mountain - he could see Abaven's lands from this height, a sharp winding river that interspersed a fertile plain and more heavily wooded thicket just beyond. "I live to the east, just down that way," he gestured a little more obviously to the lands that Abaven claimed. "In a pack called Abaven. I was born there, and so was my father," he explained lightly. It was just home, and it was hard to imagine living anywhere else.
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