Darrah couldn't help but shoot his company a shocked expression as the more than just familiar names slipped from his maw. "Actually," He chuckled, quite amazed with how small the world really was. "Triell is my father, and Drestig is like an uncle to me.. You've met them?" The two most important wolves in the heir's life, what a coincidence! Though the name Broken Timber Pines sure didn't ring any bells, perhaps he was just rusty with residing packs after his long stay away from the bend, though maybe at the end of the day that didn't matter just yet.
Making himself more comfortable after the man seemingly officially got his attention, the raven waited patiently for an explanation as to where he'd met the pair. He couldn't help but wonder if the man had been close with either of them, or if they'd remember meeting him if it were ever brought up. Regardless, it was fascinating that they had closer ties to one another, especially considering that just moments ago Darrah had written the man off as 'just another crazy wolf'. He really needed to learn to control his judgement on others. It always came to quick, and seemingly had a way of always being wrong.
Celebrate the way the night hides scars.
Darrah Tainn