Her words were intended to be a comfort, but he still felt attachment to whatever was in the void of his memories. It sparked a desire in him to know. What if there was a disaster? And he was here, wandering around Boreas in a vague idea that something might spark his memory. What if he was needed in aiding a relief effort, what if he was needed, and he was not there. “I would rather have the choice.” he said softly, but he did not mean to burden her so, and his paw moved to sign a gentle, apologetic smile.
The mud splattered raccoon gave him a wide grin, and he eyed it wearily, but respectfully. He didn’t know what this lady had befriended the creature, but he could respect it.
Well, it had some use, as it piped up with information on a river. “Honestly, I have no idea. But, I won’t know until I try, will I?” there was amusement in his tones, if not on his features. He started to walk in the indicated direction, he had been careful to keep clear of the mud, but still some of it splattered the flames on his toes, dimming the brightness of their colors.
