What did you say? [me and Jo]

pax hated to admit he was lost. he would go on for hours walking the same dirt path he had been on hoping to find some random breakthrough than to even admit that he turned the wrong way. he was wearing his dark blue windbreaker with his pool’s logo on it, his hands were deep in his pocket, fiddling around with his keys.
he regretted going down this path and straying away from camp. he also regretted following the 'no phone rule' that so many others choose to ignore. so now he was just on his own. as he walked he spotted a young girl with red hair a good distance away from him. he stopped in his tracks, debating his next steps. he could ask for help, though would he want to scare the girl by speaking. he had no idea what he sounded like, though by some people's faces he could tell he didn't sound too normal.
pax dropped his drawstring back and began fishing for his notebook. he kept it for moments like this. after scribbling on his paper he walked over to the girl and tapped on her shoulder giving her the note that said can you help, i'm lost.he smiled, looking as friendly as he could. pax had no idea how she would react to some teenager, but it was worth a shot. .

pax grinned wildly when he saw the girl sign. it wasn't the most fluent signing he has ever seen, but he appreciated the effort made. somewhere in the camp's bylaws there was something about the scarce deaf campers for a demigod interpreter, but it never reached pax. uhh. i was walking from my camp. and then i went to the lake outside the boarders for a bit and then i just started walking and i'm not quite sure where i am. his signing felt like a dance form. that's why he loved it so much. each sign and the way it was carried out seemed so graceful, like his fingers did te talking and the  dancing for him. but they he realized as he signs he noticed he was going a little too fast. oh gods, did you catch all that? sorry. he signed again, this time moving his hands slower.

pax nodded,my name is pax. he signed out the letters of his name instead of the usual sign he made to make things easier. the sign for his name was a peace sign and then the sign for the letter x. he was named after the roman goddess of peace and his name ended with x, so he thought the name sign was pretty clever himself. anyway, um, could you help me?

pax adjusted the small black straps of his drawstring bag before he walked along side lyon. should pax put all of his trust in a hunter that could easily kill him in the woods where the only witnesses would be her animal friends, why not. it's not like he had anything he was missing at camp, besides relentless and tireless training that gave him no time to himself. at least here out in the open he was just staring at a surplus of trees, and not a surplus of sweaty preteens. so, why not just let this girl with bright red hair lead him aimlessly to his destination. the most thrill seeking pax has ever done was go to the pool and use the swimming lanes without signing one out. rebel, he knows.is he your wolf? pax thought he should continue the conversation. he figured it may be a long way to travel, and him signing to himself  every time he passed a bird or something would grow old very quickly

growing up his parents never let him have a pet. he spent seven years begging for a dog without any luck. though he never asked for a wolf or a bird.i'd rather not, if you don't mind. he didn't want a bird on his shoulder. one weird sign and it could go crazy, and honestly pax really didn't want that.