.. Izuku understood not wanting to be alone. Izuku had spent a long period of his life as a cat by himself, and it was the worst time of his life. Izuku, at least, had access to food and safety and shelter here. Even if his injuries were the worst and he was more stressed now than ever, he wouldn't give it up for much of anything. He cared for his clanmates a lot, see? .. It kind of came with the rank, though. But that's fine, Izuku would care either way.
Running into trespassers on the territory was nothing new. Izuku didn't like it, it made him really, really nervous, but he didn't .. mind. A lot of the time they were joiners, and that was cool, yeah? Izuku liked seeing new faces, even if introducing himself was exhausting. He was exhausted enough as it was, thank you. But, well, he might as well see what they're up to till Atbash arrives. Cause she would. Atbash showed up to meet people every time.
"H -- Hello!" Izuku chirps. Well, more like he calls. Izuku was very, very obvious against the snow, and it made people more comfortable when he greeted them instead of slowly crawling over the landscape and then talked to them. It was comforting for him, too, even if it was emotionally exhausting to talk sometimes. He was just tired in general right now, honestly. Still, he eventually makes it over to the stranger's side, and he looks .. friendly, but nervous. "I'm, um, Izuku. Do you need something with Snowbound?" He'd heard some people said 'name and business' but that was too professional. It made Izuku nervous to hear whenever he went to visit other places. But he was a nervous wreck in general, what was new.

A life lived alone, outside of the comforts of society, for the sole reason of pure unadulterated freedom was a topic Mark was uninterested him. He could certainly say that, as someone who had been a hermit for a while, who had experienced the sort of loner lifestyle, but to hedonistically pursue your deepest desires seemed like a vain attempt to make yourself happy, and not the sort of thing that usually worked. Mark was a very opinionated old crow, though he hadn't had much chance to talk about it - his conversations weren't all that serious most of the time, he had found. Just wasn't used to talking to people. The raven flapped over, landing about a foot away from Izuku and then taking a few steps forward, head twitching around so he could get a proper look at everything. He was certainly tempted to say something, to say 'hello' to this odd visitor to their lands, but all he did was offer a small squawk, a way of saying hello to his oddly colored acquaintance here.

tags - "speech"

Dagon would not understand how their were crows here- especially since those were supposed to be prey. He looked from Mark to the stranger, a mumble under his maw.

"I’m Dimitri. What’s your name, st-stranger?"

ATBASH CIPHER

i should've said what i hear
i should have let myself fear

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound