One-Man Raid

The sound of a voice set him off balance and Wendigo swayed, making the elk skull mask smack back down onto his face - he let out a mild "ow" - but he had his most charming grin firmly in place as he turned his head to face the wolf the voice belonged to. "I'm fond of it being where it is, darling, it's rather more useful on me than off me, you know? Say..." He tilted his head at her, thoughtfully. Surely asking for directions would be more efficient than wandering around. "I don't suppose you'd know the whereabouts of any booze or smallish princesses I can steal, do you?" At 'smallish' he gestured at around Calliope's size, not small at all. "Bitey, pastel colored, kind of mean? I need to borrow her for..." He squinted upward, giving it a bit of thought. "Forever? I don't know. Until she kills me, probably, so maybe not long. Oh, don't forget about the booze, I'm almost out." He beamed at the Raider benevolently.