Wheeling Gull Isle i am clawing at porcelain

Tapat kept himself against the ground, unsure if he should move or not. He kept his eyes on the other to read his body language. At least that was something he could understand. Tapat was so confused because this Witchdoctor traveled with them. Tapat was certain of it because he practiced everyone's names and scents until he remembered. But now this wolf was telling him that he wasn't Arturo?

Tapat blinked at the man spoke. He seemed really confused. The words he was speaking weren't really connecting in his brain. A different personality? Tapat just stared at him in confusion. His feat slowly ebbing away as he was forgetting the previous outburst. "Um... Okay," he spoke hesitantly. "Can I help?," he asked then. He liked helping and perhaps that would make the other like him more.