Swiftcurrent Creek can't stop

Helios knows he messed up the moment he coughs. Curse his illness. Curse his body. Doomed to fate, the black pup accepts it with whatever dignity is left. He stands, watching the approach of the cream adult with almost disinterested baby blue eyes. Born with weak facial muscles—or simply expressionless in general—, Helios' inner panic does not show, nor does his confusion at the strange accent this man has.

"Ye explorin', eh?" The raven does not know what he is saying, but decides to respond with his favorite word; « Non. » Denial works every time. (Or at least, Helios likes to pretend it does.)

The strange man speaks again. "Benedict". Is he Benedict? The common language is Weird. Helios Tonrar. He introduces, his pronunciation decent for a child, but nonetheless far from perfect.