What remains from the past [OPEN]

Mortis, who often adopted a bright outlook when around others looked past the collision-wolf and to the little dove perched on her back. He grinned, his tail giving a little wag behind him. "I assume your Ruaisar." He said conversationally. Falling silent as the girl introduced herself then, giving her name as Astrea Nightingale.
Guess that meant it was his turn, right? "Its a pleasure to run into you, Astrea. I'm Mortis, this is Saph, and that's Osiris" he said, introducing first his Kea, and then the snow Leopard. He left behind his heritage for now, through he would supply it if asked. For the moment he could pretend he was just Mortis. A winged explorer, running through the woods. And, apparently, knocking into pretty dames in the process.

"No harm done, I promise" he still thought it was his fault, but he wouldn't cheapen her gesture by arguing the point. "You wouldn't be related to the healer Ri...va? Nightingale would you?" He asked tripping over the name. She was a wolf that had stayed in the Empire for a very short period of time when he was younger. He remembered little of the the small healer, but the names coincided. Perhaps this was a relative?