He missed home. Let that be stated first and last, but his father had insisted he see the world. Had told him to spread his wings, whatever that meant. It hadn't mattered much. The man had been old, nearly senile.

He had still loved him all the same.

But now he cut through a shadowy forest, rolling through it without a second thought. Only thought he had was how empty it seemed here. Not a scent scattered through here beyond the usual wildlife. Just. No wolves. Had a famine swept through? Illness?

He scoffed to himself, loudly and unconcerned. Then shuffled around the roots of a tree, wondering if someone had left something behind.

His ears pressed back and forward, soaking in the sudden harsh voice that snapped across the woods. Nobody had been here literally moments ago. Now somebody seemed to demand him to discuss his present. Alright then...He found he understood literally none of this! Why exactly had he agreed to 'see the world' again?

Hey, uh, calm down? Not really sure of his own words at that moment even! I'm...over here. Because he had not managed to see her yet! So how exactly was he supposed to show himself to a...ghost?

He found he dreaded the thought of seeing them face-to-face suddenly.

I mean, if you mean my dad telling me to leave home like I'm sure he did all of his other kids, sure. Which he realized belated was one hell of a way to open up to a stranger. He couldn't regret it now, could he? So it was time to make the most of it. Laughed with some humor in his tone and features.

He stayed cautious, albeit mostly neutral otherwise. However, he did take a quick glance at her. Wondering how she ended up all the way out here. Middle of nowhere. What about you then? Tit-for-tat. He said with a broad smile and low sweep of his tail.

He laughed for a moment, warm still. Vibrant in his boyish ways. I guess existing is the biggest crime of all, isn't it? But his shoulders shrugged. Signifying without words that it had seemingly been unknown. Without reason. A dying man's wish to see his son go...away.

He realized suddenly how horrible that was. That his dad's likely last wish had been to send away his son. Yeah. No hard feelings, sure.

Well, we sure seem to be the only two here. He lifted a paw to gesture loosely towards the land around them. Silent, devoid of canine life outside of their chatter.

Elio Rigel. Spoken as if he had any sort of pride in the name. It didn't mean a whole lot here, did it? Not like anybody would even hear it except her. Almost no real reason. Seriously. Which was majority truth in his eyes. That and he did not feel like dragging her down further.

As for the location he came from?

Well...directions are not my strong suit. Kind of Northwest though I guess? He did a little circle in place, as his eyes roved over the trees and the paths all through them. It felt impossible to know which one had led him right to her. Is it seriously this dead here?