While perhaps not traveling through the best place to be daydreaming, Odysseus' thoughts were far, far away, and with good reason. On his back Olafur was chattering up a storm. What exactly had gotten into him to make him so chatty, Odysseus didn't know. All he knew was that if the saying about talking someone's ears off was true he would soon lose some body parts. Dutifully he mmhm'd, uh huh'd and oh really?'d all the while thinking about large, beautiful women.
A high pitched whine yanked him out of his reverie. With perhaps a little too much enjoyment, he shushed Olafur. "Do you hear that?" The macaque, so unaccustomed at this point to being interrupted, spluttered and struggled to change gears. "Um...yes? A bit like a songbird getting crushed?" To this Odysseus shrugged and then said slyly, "You know what a crushed songbird sounds like?" Without another word he changed course off the beaten path and into the brambles to investigate.
Big as he was Odysseus of course had no trouble plowing through the brambles. For the most part the thorns simply combed through his long winter coat, but occasionally the little barbs would go after his legs and face which were less heavily furred. Where they managed to break through and stick him stung, and while not anywhere close to being grievous the constant needling was getting old. Thankfully right before he gave up he spied the source of the noise. Not far away was a woman. The brute's eyes were immediately drawn to the thorny arms wrapped tightly around her. His eyebrows rose incredulously. Damn. She must have thrashed around quite a bit.
With Olafur peering around his head, Odysseus slowly made his way towards her. His tone dry, he quipped, "I didn't know wolves grew on brambles." Behind him Olafur rolled his eyes.
"ODYSSEUS" / "OLAFUR"
Odysseus has a male rhesus macaque companion named Olafur. Unless he's mentioned IC it's safe to assume he's not with Odysseus.
