When the beast goes back to ignoring him completely Kir-Kon wonders if he should push his luck. After all, there is not guarantee that the ward is still working properly, or that tying anything more with the beast would be worth the risk. However after several long minutes he decides to try out an old technique the elder had taught him, just to see if he could pull it off on something other than a buck or any other animal. Standing slowly he keeps talking, moving around and around the critter. “You know, those really do look too tight. Maybe you should stay away from the village from now on. I know it's different and maybe even a little interesting at time,s but most humans don't want you kind around. Unless they can tame you. I bet that's what they were trying to do. In fact, I am sure of it now that I think about it.”

As he walks on he pauses, stepping back every so often to give the beast a bit more space, his mind on the task even as his lips continue to flap. [i]'I wonder if I'm annoying it. I wouldn't be surprised. . .What do I even plan on doing if I [b]can[/b] touch it? Who knows, maybe it'll try and eat me, or turn out to just want to flee, or a good scratch. Who knows. . .'[/i] Each circles brings him in a little bit closer, his eyes locked on the beast for any sign of discomfort. He walks as softly as he can and having spent a lot of time in the woods, and being barefoot, it's relatively quite in the near deathly silent woods. “So, did you scare away all the other things in the area? That would make sense, I mean, you8 are different. I have seen squirrels attack an albino squirrel and kill it. Only time I've ever seen it. I can only assume that's because it was different. Seems like tolerance is just not the way of the world. There are exceptions, but hey, if everyone accepted everyone else, the world would be boring, no?”

Even as he says this flashes of his own life pass before his eyes. All the times he'd come home covered in blood, or had to hide a wound just so he could finish his work and get the money he needed to survive. He recalls his own exception, her old wrinkled face understanding and so expressionative. She'd tried often to get him to smile, and only rarely succeeded. Never around others. Smiling around others got him in trouble, people thinking he was laughing at them, which of course is unacceptable. They can laugh at one another, but not him. He's too far down on the totem poll. He does not mourn his life, seeing as he still has it, but at the same time ha can not help but wonder every now and then about the why.

“I had someone to answer these questions, but I never asked. I accept my life the way it is, and there is no real reason to wonder. I may have a crappy life, but it's a live. The elder always said that living your life is what's most important. . .Sometimes I wondered if it meant something different than what I thought, but then when I think of that, I get all depressed that she's not around to ask. Ah well, that is the way of things. People leave, whether to move on to the next town, the next adventure, or the next life. Everyone moves on eventually. . .” He's finally close enough now, and with a slow gently movement he reaches out to touch the beast. 

He retracts his hand slowly, not wanting to move too suddenly. A moment later it rolls and he reaches out once more to touch the beast, his movements slow and calm, his voice still low and quiet. The feel of it's fur between his fingers is a pleasant one, and he's careful not to touch the ropes last it think he's trying to use them like the men from the village. He also keeps his eyes down, knowing that dogs feel challenged if you stare. However at this nearness he realizes there are no eyes to stare back into. He retracts his hand again and continues talking, praying the beast won't attack. “You have some nice fur, I like the feel. It's filthy of course, but that's to be expected. Seems like you got dragged around a bit. . . .”

As his mouth continues to run he moves on to the next step in his crazy escapade. Slowly reaching out again he brushes over a rope, withdraws his hand, then repeats the motion. The beast does not seem too happy about the touching but when it does not out right try and attack him he shifts ever so slightly and begins loosening the ropes, letting them fall limp after the knots are undone. “I would pull them off you know but I don't think something sliding around under you body would feel all that comforting, and I'd rather not make you mad right now.” 

When he shifts around to the back legs where a couple ropes look a little tangled the beast snaps at him, making him freeze. “It's okay guy, if you are a guy. You make me think of one, but that could be wrong. I just need to get these off you here.” He moves again after a minute and manages to get the ropes off his limbs. The last knot is near the base of the beast's skull, but with slow deft movements he manages to get the knot out and lean back carefully without losing a hand. As quietly as possible he sits down in the grass, watching and wondering what the best will do, his dull eyes looking almost bored despite his interest, and his voice still going.