Scarecrow's ears flick toward the draft mare as she elaborates on the amentities that the Desert has to offer and he inclines his head, appreciating the relative safety of the land. He would have to seek out this cave at some point, although for now, what really calls to him is a nap on the softest sands that he can find with the sun drilling down into his body to warm his bones.

Next, the colt speaks up and earns a chuckle from the lean stallion. He was indeed quite tall, though he would forever lack the bulk that the colt would eventually grow into. Even if food didn't taste like sand in his mouth, Crow could never be mistaken for an easy keeper. "I'm sure you'll be able to take both of us on soon enough, Legolas."

As he flicks his gaze back up to Cain and then Geneva he bobs his head slightly. "If you don't mind actually, I think I'll have a bit of a wander about and rest a little. But I appreciate the warm welcome and I'm sure I'll find you again before the day's end. "

Today had left him with much to think on and many memories to sort through that he hadn't considered in a fair amount of time. The affection between Geneva and Cain, and the carefree touch of the roan mare Nova had given him in the Commons were foreign to him, but not unpleasant and it was making him reconsider what values he really wanted to stand upon. Crow knew clearly that he did not want to perpetuate his family's stereotypes, but that then left the question of the future. If not a ghost of his past, then who?

Setting aside the thought momentarily he ducks his head to the two of them and turns to meander back across the desert, once again lost in his thoughts.