I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
The pair of ravens sat on the lowest branch of a wide oak. It’d been awhile since they’d been back here. Back home. Ozark didn’t really have an issue with his nomadic lifestyle. It was lonely, sure, or it would be if he didn’t have Darla. His raven companion had been with him since before he could remember - occupying his own thoughts since the very beginning. His voice of reason, to be sure.