"Ow!" he cries, rubbing his stuffed-up head. "Well, that was uncalled for."

Which is... bizarrely familiar. He looks around on the ground for any number of things, among them wooden animal carvings. Is this a different creature entirely? Or the same one?

"Okay, clearly you can understand me," he says softly, immediately ten times grumpier than he was five seconds ago, "but don't you have a better way to communicate than smacking me in the head?"