[ He's never heard of this Mount Garou or Nohr, but if nothing else, it lets him know that his new furry friend is most likely another refugee rather than a native of either Wyver of Olympia. ]

A pleasure, Keaton. [ Though he says this somewhat distractedly, still too puzzled by the white fuzz he brushes off. ] Yes, it's certainly very strange. How can such small weightless things lift up a fully-grown man?

[ He's not really one for the sciences, but even he finds himself intrigued. Not enough to go back there and test out various theories, of course, he'll leave that one for Miriel whenever she wakes. IN ANY CASE. Once he picks off the last of the fuzz, he peers at Keaton. ]

Thank you for the assistance. Did you require your favor now?

[ He's a man of his word, after all. ]