If Zagreus isn't the sort of person who wants to be known for conversing with woodland creatures, he definitely isn't going to be the sort to forge psychic links to them, or any other sort of nonsense. He hadn't encountered any dream animals before that he can recall, but if he had, he definitely wouldn't have felt for their minds. It's a weird sort of notion; and what happens when he runs into a dream-person, not an animal? That might be dreadful, what if they're hollow, like cheap chocolate Easter bunnies. It's not like there isn't some precedent. He frowns deeply.

"There's a purpose to my actions, though. I certainly hope that isn't the case where the rift is concerned. And if I find out otherwise, I shall have to have words with it. I rather expect we all would." He hadn't missed that she had not only spoken of the rift as though it had some personal agency, but even spoken of it in moralistic, perhaps even antagonistic terms. "How about this. Going forward, I promise to be responsible for anything I bring out of the dreaming." And the more bloodshed it causes, the happier he will be to take responsibility.