Redsand Canyon did he go on down the mountainside, and leave you all alone?

Artless indeed. Everything about Riley was artless and sometimes violent. From his conception, to his birth, to his meager and drawn out existence where he wandered like a loveless and dispersed medicant with no wares to be had.

He blinked owlishly at the question which, the more he listened, the more he thought it was not a question at all. Did it end in the subtle tonal uptick normal with questions? Riley didn't think so. Was it rhetoric? Could he even tell?

Much like those that gazed up at any feat of work (be it the tower of Babel or otherwise), Riley entirely missed the point. At length he blurted: "What do you mean, guided? By what?"

It never even occurred to Riley that some wolves followed a logic that he did not. That some wolves believed in the importance of fate, or stars, or even gods -- that some wolves did not lead a loveless, artless life.