You don't need to run

Spirit didn't need much help feeling antagonized - he did it pretty well all by himself, a perpetual cycle of self-loathing and doubt that no one could really worsen at this point. Half the time he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the nuances of the expressions of those around him, or maybe downplaying how others might view him was a coping mechanism of sorts. He'd lived a life rife with disappointment - he'd been disappointed as much as he had disappointed - and it wasn't like a single interaction with a wolf who was as gruff and unpleasant as Laith might ruin his demeanor. He had more important things to worry about, after all.

"N-nice to meet you, Laith," he stammered out. Finally letting his attention drift away from the man who wasn't completely a strange anymore (at least by some slim measure he wasn't), examining the bottom of the stone structures more closely for anything that grew there. The past few months had been unkind to these lands though - even the grass that remained was sad and wilted, and only the smallest weeds seemed to catch his attention. Veering around the rock he was laying upon, he sniffed at the plants there, his nose digging around the vegetation for anything of interest. Laith spoke then and he tilted his head high to glance up at him, curious. "W-what are you looking for? I fear I don't have much," he admitted nervously, shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other as he tried to wrack his brain for anything that might interest him.