No.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. The ebony youth knew that the relationship between their mother and the pale male was nonexistent. He did not know what had happened between them and he did not want to know. It was none of his business; he was not going to poke his nose where it did not belong. If his mother wanted to disclose what had happened to her relationship (or lack thereof) with her eldest son she could initiate that conversation. Cyril was not interested.
He nodded slowly, out of respect, his ears falling back against his crown. Good terms. Cyril could work with that and he was sure that his mother would accept their response. The youth hoped he would have better luck with the wolves of the Scowle but good terms with the Ridge wolves would suffice. His attention turned to Ravenna as she spoke, commenting more on the distance that separated the two packs. He appreciated the kindness that they had extended toward him and that they were willing to house him during his trips to the south. Cyril would not forget that. Thank you, he hummed in response, his nose dipping once more. Good terms will work for the Tarn, and know that I will always be of help to you if you need it. He offered them a small smile before following them into the willows, his tail twitching with excitement at the thought of seeing Adeltra.