Grouse Thicket Smile costs nothing

He canted his head to the side at her quip, for a moment, however, he was contemplating the sincereness to her comments.  "I wouldn't think of it!" He declared, his voice mimicking that of a noble knight, for he pictured her as a lowly witch he had just encountered within a dark wood. 

Her question forced him to think because he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps he was lost? But how was one to be lost from a home if there was no home, to begin with? Her second suggestion was more to his liking, it would be fun to envision him on some journey of enlightenment. However, how pathetic the journey would be if the protagonist knocked his head on some rock and awoke never to recall anything from his past? Not that he knew he knocked his head...  "Everything's rather aimless right now."  He admitted, shrugging slightly. 

The musk of a pack radiated from her fur. "What about you? Running from home?"