[Depends on what people believe, honestly - the realm of reincarnation is tiny in the grand scheme of things, and it's a rarity that people are reborn with their previous lives' memories that he sort of shrugs his shoulders sometimes. He neither likes nor dislikes it, because it's not something like the absurdity of a cat just...having nine lives to live at any given moment. He can reap, and it's then out of his hands whether Fate decides to pluck the soul from the afterlife and put it into a new body or not. He doesn't decide that, just how and when a person dies.

He does flick an ear toward then a little, his nose pinching slightly as he picks up the scent of death and life about this person, making a mental note to peer a little deeper into this one's story at some point, just to refresh his memory a little bit. So long as they lived, truly lived, then he won't exactly feel cheated, but...who is to say? Death can be fickle.]

Mm? [Looking down at himself - shamelessly, because he's still covered with fur - the wolf snickers and shuffles away from the pool, to sit on one of the long benches and start to dry off. There's a fan blowing cool air - not hot or cold, but cool.] Maybe so...though I could also curl up by the fireplace inside. I have that over you humans - I can go out like this and not raise a fuss.