The Tangle lament

She does better with his name than some, but he offers no other moniker to ease her struggle.  He is aware of the mud beginning to stiffen upon his fur as it dries, and he shifts where he stands.  

She gestures in the direction she lives, but even still he is not sure that she truly knows.  Is she lost now?  He does not feel any obligation towards her.  Still.  Travel by night, he offers with little regard to anything else she has said.  He throws his head back to the night sky and continues.  The Great Star is unmoving.  Use it to orient yourself.  It guides you home.  Travel by day was a bit more tricky for the uninitiated.

To her second question, he gave a great pause before he settled on, No.