As he reached the female, he answered her smile with a soft one of his own. He crossed his arms, perking his ears up, listening to what she had to say. "Yeah, I did... but help? Help with what?..." He asked, looking into her hopeful eyes. Is she expecting something from me?... am I suddenly a hero? He thought, before the female spoke up again. As he listened, the words "Death itself" hit him, as if the words burned a permanent mark in his mind. Death... itself? He thought. That... that doesn't sound too good... "Sure I can run," he said with a soft grin, being slightly proud at his own stamina. But she seemed so urgent about the question. He looked to where she was pointing... But that's where The Sleeping Tree resides... he thought, shivering a bit at the thought. Oh that tree... it was the stuff of nightmares... literally. It was the main subject of the ghost stories that were told to kids back in his village... oh his village... He snapped back into reality, listening to the female again, as she took out her spear, leaning slightly on it. "Woah, woah," he said, lifting his paws in front of him. "We just met, and you're already requesting for my help? Heh, I don't really know. An adventure sounds tempting, but what's in it for me? I don't care much for most people... not since..." He stopped, staring into the empty space in front of him. Images of his village burning, children running around screaming, men and women yelling for their families and friends, flashed before his eyes... the helpless pup standing aside, holding onto the last belonging of his family... before running away, tears running down his cheeks... the images disappeared, as he looked back at the female, before walking a few steps forward, standing with his back towards her. He wouldn't want her to see the few tears coming out. "It doesn't matter..." He said. "I just don't care for most people... and that's how it is." He finished.