Breathe - deep breaths. He thinks this, desperately, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Only partially because the flask just plain reeks. More indication he was never much of a drinker, maybe. Or that stuff is just wrong.

Still, he falls into step with a sigh. Hands shoved firmly in his pockets.

"I have no idea," he admits. "Anything's possible at this point. Even coyotes saying words."

He hears words. He's sure of that.