Grasping at straws

At the end of it all, nothing was really a waste. It was all just a part of life, which had no real goal in itself, not according to him. Living in itself was valuable, no matter how it was spent. He knew his slightly irritated mood would pass rather quickly, and it was already subsiding as he spoke to this new acquaintance.  A shiver ran through him as he stood there, still soaked head to toe, though most of the water had dripped from his coat by now. Still, enough remained to keep him quite cold. Briefly, he would lift his head to the sky, thankful for its warmth on this day - and it seemed tenfold as warm as usual due to being on the island.

Feeling at ease, his tail would sway slowly behind him. Leo explained he was looking for his wife.. a far different task than he had. He swore he caught a hint of sadness in his voice when he spoke. Had she left him? It was a question he knew would be too rude to ask, but he couldn't help but wonder it. He'd often searched - albeit a lit aimlessly - for his siblings, when he wished to see them; but the idea of looking for someone you loved when they had either purposefully left, or had been misplaced somehow by accident, seemed horrible to him.

"It does sound worth a shot," he agreed, as though to console him, but it seemed like he hadn't had much luck here. His lips pursed as he considered.  "What's she look like?" he'd ask, both curiously and conversationally.  "I travel quite a bit, and would be happy to send word if I spot her. No promises, though."