Mudminnow River every hermit crab needs a shell

Frederick was happy to keep his first name in its full, smiling with a shrug when Lestan turned down the nickname. Frederick it is, then, he nodded--easy-going, laid-back. And Lestan didn't seem reluctant, either, for Frederick to come back to the creek with him. His offer to aid the man's search, though, was one that he'd likely turn down. I'll wait with you, but... the giant took a breath between his teeth, head tilting to the side for a moment as he thought. Could he trust Lestan? He saw no reason not to.

Fine. He'd relent, only revealing small amounts of information: ...I'm looking for my brother, he said, heaving a sigh as he looked back to the pack-wolf. Eyes meeting, and if one looked too deeply, they could see the grief that swirled behind an otherwise stoic gaze. Adrian. Tall, white with a grey face and paws. Remind you of anyone? Maybe this could help him find a lead, Frederick thought. Or maybe his brother would find out he was here and run again.