Swiftcurrent Creek three days rest

Hah, don't mind Fox here. She is confused by Ferdie's apparent random behavior.

Ferdie was... strange, to say the least. Fox had encountered plenty of strange ones in the wilds, but he seemed especially peculiar. There were times when she was not quite sure what to say or do in his presence, simply because he was baffling. When he chuckled at the story of Lethe's death, she cast him a glance of bewilderment. And then he stated that his own story was similar in some way. The yearling was not one for small talk (and perhaps she never knew what kind of response she was going to get from Ferdie), and so she did not inquire further.

However, without any prompting at all, Ferdie began telling a story that did not resonate with her story at all. When he finally finished as they reached the creek, Fox stood and stared at him. “That doesn’t sound like my story at all.” The fireball heaved a sigh, and couldn't help but think that perhaps Ferdie didn't realize what an oddball he was. “Ferdie, I seriously don’t get you. Did you, like, miss some kind of early social skills?” She did not say this to tease him, for she was genuinely curious. He had been challenging Haunter at the border, so perhaps he was just a little messed up in the head.