His body shrinks rapidly as fur spreads across his cheeks with whiskers first too small for his face before the snout of a mouse is sniffing at the air. Tiny paws propel him forward up to Jigano, pawing at his pant leg to establish a grip before he's pulling himself up to Jigano's shoulder.
"'m Granger." Though his small mouth doesn't move his voice projects to Jigano. He's never met someone that hasn't understood him yet in his field mouse form, a small squeak signifying his presence as he curled up. "You can come with if you insist. They might like a visitor. 's been five years since they went away."