Leotie's question was a very good one, at least as far as the vagrant thought. His star didn't hurt anyone – maybe Datura was jealous he had such a nice, shiny thing, but that was hardly reason to rip it off in a fit of rage. There was no sense in the matter, only that his father hated it so and had nearly broken his neck in the efforts to remove it. Gilligan did not wish to dwell on the matter, and, fortunately, it seemed his new friend wasn't terribly interested in it, either. Talking of her collar was easier, helping her find her home – that was the sort of thing the ginger had always wanted to try. His father would be so proud.
But that was neither here nor there.
He had another word for the whitewalkers – humans. Humans, who'd also given the female a collar, and taken it away again. His tail swished once and he tipped his head, mouth squishing together as he tried to think. "Well…I could try to take you back to the place I came from, you know? But our collars were always on. I dunno any other place where they gave the wolves collars, yo. I ain't seen anyone else with one. I dun even know who we could ask," he sighed, getting the sinking feeling that he might not be able to help Leotie after all. One ear flipped out to the side and he shook his head. Where else could he take her? "Um. I dunno if I can help, yo. 'less you remember anything else?"
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