Wren bobbed his head at the other man. ”Good, good,”
He spoke quietly. ”We can be off, then. Crash can continue to look for his, uh, treasures along the way, I think.”
He looked up from his map to glance at the phanpy; he seemed to have no objections, and was rather tickled looking at having another pokemon around he could pester. Meridian, Wren’s feebas, was saved from the experience by the fact she, when out, dwelled in water, and Crash would have nothing to do with that. He hoped soon to add to his team, but the occasion hadn’t come up, and quite frankly his existing pokemon needed the training and attention before then anyways.
He wouldn’t have thought his face could flush more crimson beneath Rick’s gaze, but having sensed the teasing tone in the other man’s voice at the boyscout comment his face did just that. Wren took a moment to collect himself—for the whole lot of good that did—before smiling smartly, a trace of humor evident beneath the blushing of embarrassment. ”Yes, well, lucky for you, hmm?” He tried to tease back, but it may have come off as awkward with his lack of experience, and slight fear that he might end up offending, but the boy tried.
The slight fluttering of his hands as he figured out their direction, relative location on the map, and in which direction they needed to go to leave the forest came to a pause as Rick knelt down beside him. Wren wasn’t a person who was accustomed to physical contact, beyond the quick and casual handshake, much less the close proximity of those much bigger (and assumingly stronger) than himself. He may have trembled.
”Thank you. I’d be happy to, mm, point you in direction of some handy outfitting stores who can set you up with similar maps and gear.” He offered. He was rather unsure if Rick’s compliment had been heart-felt, or just a passing comment. Either way Wren thought Rick could benefit. He seemed a rather nice man despite his rough appearance, and he’d hate to see him get lost in the forest—or anywhere at all. Danger lurked everywhere, after all.
With a slight surprised, slack-jawed look Wren eventually chuckled and stood, brushing dirt, snow, and leaves from his pants as he stowed away his map and compass once again. ”Right—we need to go this way.” He motioned to a path, likely made by stantler or a similar pokemon, through the woods. ”What were you doing out here that got you so lost?” He asked reflexively, but flinched and looked almost wide-eyed to Rick. ”If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” Wren still didn’t know if it had been drugs or something nefarious, and he’d hate to get tangled up in that.
All too eager to change the subject he latched onto Rick’s comment of his phanpy and shook his head. ”Not long. He’s quite new to me. My work right now is fossil focused and he’s to help me find and collect them in the field.” Wren explained.