Leo has to squint a little, but that . . . could be taken as a nod, couldn't it? His smile widens and he ignores Jabberwock for the moment as it stretches its neck, head coming to loom next to its master, to keep the wolf in close sight.

"Can't talk?" The answer to that seems obvious to him, so Leo carries right on. "That's unfortunate. I suppose you can't really stay in the apartments looking like that."

It feels like something out of a book, sitting here talking to a big wolf with a monster by his side. Like a quaint little fairy tale. At least Exsilium was good at making it seem like one was living in the stories he's read about in so many books. There's a brief contemplative pause as Leo realizes something.

"Are you searching for food?"