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He was irritated by the prospect of neighbors, but it did not show. Even has the black female descended from her perch, his shoulders and spine were relaxed, his tail continued to sway and his ears twitched idly. His eyes were neither cold nor warm, inquisitive however. He was not a hasty sort, and certainly not aggressive outside of specific situations. If given the chance he would take a moment to speak to the would-be residents, and see if arrangements could be made.

But she was not one of the ones he sought, or he did not think her to be. Her scent swept toward him and did not match the two most prevalent ones, though this did not mean she was associated. "Are you living near here?" he ventured.