"Raven's Grove?" Martius gave the trees around him another look, regarding them with a surprising degree of skepticism. Did he not believe that was what the place was called? His eyes settled on a raven up high in the tangled branches and he stared the bird down as he spoke.

"I suppose it is an apt name but... it's a little..." what was the word he was looking for. Savage? Uncultured? Stupid? "On the nose. Don't you think?" he glanced back at Samo as the light illuminated the other wolf's face and nearly did a double take. The scars on his face looked very like the sort of brand you might find upon a slave. If he was right, this was very convenient, at least for him. Perhaps they could travel together. Samo seemed strong and capable, surely whoever he belonged to had taken good enough care of him, or at least made good use of him. But first, he would need to test his hypothesis.

"Are you too here from Rome, boy?" there was, to Martius's credit, only a slight change in his attitude towards Samo at the revelation he was likely not a citizen. Still, he was being friendly enough. If Samo could ignore being called a boy by a man his equal in age, that is.