Gilded Bay all this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside

There is no answer, and he sees no one coming toward through the haze of locusts. The black pup is even more irate with him, and he turns his gaze from their surroundings back to her, amusement quirking the corner of his mouth upward. "Oh no," he drones, "I am hexed. I am cursed." If this is all a child's imagination, her belief in her special world is quite profound. But before he is able to comment more, she darts away.

Rexxar does not move to stop her. "Oh well, I tried," he hums, rolling his strong shoulders before he turns and retreats down the coast. She is not one of his own, and his compassion only extends so far. He has no interest in chasing a pup who does not want to be helped, and nor does he endeavor to drag her all around the countryside looking for her home.