"I've been taking care of myself a long time. Just keep your head on straight, you'll see me again soon enough." A smile hovers about Chrrou's shoulders as he pats the centaur's withdrawing arm, that being about all he can reach, as he motions to Heshaar to take up the sled and sidles toward the stable.<br/><br/>[Spot: 1d20(17)+24 = 41 vs DC 14; pass]<br/><br/>A vague smile on his face at the sight of the scampering kobold, Chrrou only just begins to open his mouth to address the timid creature when it becomes clear that the shiftily-striding kitsune is indeed approaching him. The mousefolk turns and lifts his gaze, paws closing tight about the haft of the small quarterstaff that supports him as his expression quickly becomes guarded. "...Not a mouse? I don't know what you've heard or from whom, stranger; this is the same body my mother gave me. ...The centaur and I don't always see eye to eye, but I'd like to know whom I'm talking to before I start answering questions. Are you in a hurry? I'll be happier to exchange words once she's out of the cold," he glances up toward Heshaar, starting to turn and enter the stables while the big, fairly-gorged she-wolf follows after him to bear the sled into a corner and curl up beside. "Oh, and don't sit on the hay."