He didn't want to admit that most of what he was being told went right over his head without making much sense so he did what any good kid should do and nodded right along to feign understanding. The gist of it made enough sense that Granger didn't feel too bad that Jigano had wasted his time trying to explain the way that the gods worked. Even if Granger was still convinced the gods of all things should be able to look after their flock.
Regardless of his thoughts, he squeaked to catch Jigano's attention as they approached the base of a large tree, one that stood apart from the deciduous flora around them and retained its leaves in the face of the oncoming cold.
I 'unno if I agree with that but we're here 'nyway. Without care for the height from Jigano's shoulder to the ground he leaped off in his field mouse form only to land crouched on the ground at the foot of the tree, as a boy once more.
"I tried to give 'em a nice place to rest at least. Hey, mom, papa, I brought a friend." The ground over the crude graves has long since grown over with hardly a sign to show that something so important laid there at their feet. Granger remained crouched as he ran his fingers through the dirt, lips pulled into a tight smile. "He helped me get here this year. I think... I think you'd like him. Remember our old dog? Kinda dirty but still good."
Granger shot a look back to Jigano before continuing. "He's kinda like that."
