Zack traversed his head to follow the path of the ursine as he walked right by, similarly opting to say little. In fact, he said nothing at all, simply giving him a nod. He idly taps his fingers against the head of his staff as he rests against it and ponders. A bit more of a wicked grin than his placid norm flashed for a moment as he mulled over several possibilities in his head. Could he curse him to only move backwards? Turn him into a goat? Or a pebble? Make him dance unceasingly? Make him try to gobble himself? Ultimately, he successfully suppressed his cruel impulses and let the poor rakonai go on his way without any further incident, just as Zack headed away on his. [i]"At least the trail of blood he left is handy-dandy."[/i] Zack thought to himself, his eyes tracing along that expansive thread of crimson. He took a few preliminary steps along this path the helpful bear had left him, then scratched his cheek. 

"Oh, right," Zack said to himself, "I was supposed to be headed to Avist." 

He shook his head and laughed to no one in particular. No one in particular returned mirthful snicker at the forgetful coyote's mistake. Zack produced from his bag a small compass and glanced down at its dial.

"Now that can't be right." Zack mumbled, then gave it a few taps with his thumb, then a brisk shake. Once the needle had settled in its proper place, he twirled left and right on the spot testingly, his eyes still focused on the compass. Fully satisfied that it was in working order, he paused. He recollected his steps and rough location, then took a sharp turn to the left and began walking off with his staff rested against his shoulder.