Chrrou has to smile a little at the kitsune's conversational energy, in spite of himself. He's still more aware of what doesn't get answered than what does, but it's only to be expected; he hasn't exactly started trusting Kahmori with his own more personal details either. "What you say sounds noble. But still, alone? It's something to be a thorn in your enemy's paw, but it takes more than one to sever the beast's claws for good. Hindering tribes of goblin squatters and interrogating strange mice in stables is all very well, but... the Pact was not forged or upheld by loners with noble intentions, but only the willingness of the many, weak or strong, to band together and resist those who would prey upon the weaker. Now disaster has come, and it is greater than any of us alone... ...But I ramble. You only do what you find best. Perhaps we're not so different; I would never have come to these snowy lands if they were not where I was needed worst." Laying his staff aside, Chrrou stretches his limbs, rubbing at his wrists. "It's a waste, but if you won't have them... well, I can't let food spoil in time of famine, and the fallen Heodo will not eat themselves." The statement doesn't resolve into action, though, the druid only gazing upward at the more sizable vulpine... and idly over toward the kobod-bearing haystack, pondering whether the conversation's liable to turn dangerous or deep enough to warrant shooing the creature out.