"England.", he said, then with a playful smirk he tacked on, "..raised by humans." Rolling his shoulders back, Robin removed his bow and quiver from where they rested against his back. The items were set down on the cold ground beside him in the space between him and the wolf.
"My rightful home is Locksley Manor. I left it and England to protect my King in the.." Pausing, he rethought his choice of detail. ".. well, in a war far from home. Another part of the world. During my service to the King I was injured and in turn honored for my service and sent home." Robin's hand moved over the ground, feeling out a few small twigs and a dry leaf. His hand constricted around them then tossed the balled up kindling into the flames.
"When I returned I found not only the King's throne unjustly occupied, but my own home as well. The people of my village, of the whole of Nottingham and surely the rest of England as well being ravaged with taxes.. " Robin's eyes had lost their hold on Firekeeper and turned there focus to the flames. While much had happened since he first returned to England, there was still so much to do.. so much that he'd lost... and now he was stuck here.
"I wouldn't stand with those that would usurp Richard's crown, so I branded an outlaw. A criminal against my country."