Rook was content to let Ash take the lead. He didn't even think about where he might be leading him to. It didn't matter. What mattered was focusing on staying on the here and now and letting his mind rebalance itself. As much as it was ever balanced anyway.
"Mab is my flock. My best friend. That teacher? That was her. She found me when I was living as just a raven, only ever changing back to fed and that was rarely since I found other ways to get by as the raven. And she'll be pissed because she knows how dangerous it is for me to take on the wolf." It was an answer but not a full one, not really. Rook supposed that now was a good a time as any to explain, while it was all still fresh memories so that he could bury them again later on.
"Before the raven, I was the wolf. I was turned without a choice as most Gangrel find themselves. It was a pack who choose to embrace the beast and live that way. They didn't just live as wolves though. They lived as the beast in wolf form. They hunted, terrified countrysides and villages, sometimes they turned back into man just to do horrible things to the kine that they caught—and that's if the kine got lucky and they did shift back before they did." His eyes shifted over to look at Ash before looking away. "If a cave couldn't be found then one slept in the ground only to raise the next night and continuing to move on. Always moving. Always more of the same. I stayed closer to the nature of the wolf, refusing to take part, but it meant fighting every day for survival among them so they wouldn't do those things to me. I don't know how long I lived like that. Longer than any wolf should live, I do know that."