"If we cut it into smaller pieces, how will we carry them? A dragon dragging, hehe dragon dragging, uhm *cough* but dragging a dead animal is one thing, but all of us carrying parts of it is way worse." He had finished his ham and bread, leaving nothing else in the bag except his book. What Filadius said about the others having the same names as them made him wonder how could there have been a group like them with the exact same names that knew the exact same person. His head begun to hurt just thinking about it all. As they walked, he noticed that Mortis looked amd sounded rather sad. He wanted to make her feel better, but didn't know what to say. He already thanked for for saving his life, and beyond a generic it'll be ok speech, he had nothing else. He decided to leave her be, but kept an open mind about how he could help. With the sun rising high, Macid begun to feel hot rather fast. His thick fur and shirt were giving him early signs of heat exhaustion. "If anyone finds a lake or pond or something, let me know 'kay? I could really use a drink." To help ease himself from the heat, he took his shirt off and made a makeshift turban around his head, wrapping the sleeves around his ears so they wouldn't get in the way. Doing so had uncovered his scars on his wrists, and still not being fully trusting of his new acquaintances, he did his best to hide them by holding his book with both hands across his chest.