Granger was a bit taken aback by the offer after his previous rudeness to the man in front of him. Jigano. He found himself mouthing the name as he wrinkled his nose, rolling the foreign word off of his tongue. It was obvious the man wasn't from Caido, as many that roamed through the Hallowed Ground were true naturals anymore it seemed. Did it matter where he came from? He was here now, Granger decided. That was enough.
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."
