prodigal son

Wendigo had absolutely no idea where to find tapirs, but he wasn't about to admit that. Instead he gave her a wide, fakely ingenuous grin. "Well, we won't find any if we don't look, right? Stick with me, Marrow, and we'll find us some tapirs. I've heard they're like little, soft elephants, lots of meat but not real dangerous." His grin turned devilish at the thought of tearing into a dumb fat prey animal, before he spun in place, waving his tail in a beckoning gesture. "Well, come on, kid!" He leaped forward in a bounding run. He had no idea if they'd find tapirs or not, but if he looked confident enough surely he'd keep her company long enough that they could find... something. Maybe just trouble, but it'd be something anyway!