"You'd be a better runner if you didn't blacken your lungs like that," Lianth said as he walked into the clearing. The werewolf was padding along softly on all fours and looking up at the tree Jack sat in. "Though good show with the brush fire. That was pretty clever," he added, sitting down calmly on his haunches beneath the tree.<br/><br/>"But it was ultimately futile, even if it serves as an interesting illustration of my point," he said after a few moments. "Like you can't outrun me Jack, you can't outrun your problems. Pushing away friends and running off to sit in a tree isn't going to fix anything and is liable to get you killed in some fashion."<br/><br/>"Most likely being digested," Kiana chimed in helpfully, popping up from her resting place on Lianth's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Quite.." Lianth said, trying to ignore his sprite's tendency to look at the world in such a detached manner. "<span style="font-style: italic">Anyways</span>, doing this won't help Jack. Problems are called that for a reason, Jack. You solve them, not run away from them. I can help with that, but only if you stop running away because it'd be awful hard to help you if in your running you managed to get yourself eaten or worse."