Lob grinned from ear to ear, a proud puppy that brought the stick back. But as more questions arose, his head canted to the side slightly and the hellhound hood raised one ear quizzically. He sniffed and snuffed around for a moment before speaking up again as he found jasmine on the wind but it was faded.

[color=007236]Bad meat, sick, sleep. Wake in cave, find that, kill that. Find you, bring you. Smell alpha, alpha sunrise.[/color]

Probably more of a conversation than most get from him, he pointed to the east with a big grin and plopped himself on the table while grabbing a potato off a plate and eating it.