[His fur bristles at that slight positive acknowledgement, made more unnerving by that lifeless mask turned towards him. It's on the tip of his tongue to demand Leaks remove it, but dread fills the pit of his stomach for reasons unknown and he keeps that thought to himself.]
Where else would I be from?
[A rhetorical question, but he needs to have some sort of response and not let he last word be Leaks's assessment of him. He doesn't feel any more comfortable the longer they walk through the forest, but that wouldn't let up even if he'd gone his own way.]
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Where else would I be from?
[A rhetorical question, but he needs to have some sort of response and not let he last word be Leaks's assessment of him. He doesn't feel any more comfortable the longer they walk through the forest, but that wouldn't let up even if he'd gone his own way.]