"Kinda figured it was something like that," Furfur snorts, ducking his head to hide a smile. Thumbing his nose, his tips his ehad to the side and shrugs one shoulder, mulling over the best way to explain what happened.

"I think he's punishing himself for freaking out Skan and Nina," he begins, bringing his chin down so that he could rest it on his folded arms. After a moment, he shakes his head, grunting as he starts over. "I ran into him havin' a quick meal in the woods, and I tried to flirt with him, get him to slow down. Got frustrated when he said he couldn't spend time resting because he had to serve penance, told him I pitied him. He didn't take that well."

Burrowing further into his arms, Furfur murmurs, "Felt like he wasn't listenin' to me, so I lashed out. You'd think after centuries of no one listenin' to me, I'd know better, but I keep fuckin' doin' it."