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Their travels together had provided Lennon with much more to do than just singing to himself amongst a lonesome atmosphere. Ali with his treasure findings and Korei was opening up more the longer they roamed together, and with that, he felt a new instinct to protect them? The hickory wolf was no buzzkill as if anything he often brought amusement that contained some form danger, such as jumping on the fallen log that was him and Korei's only segway across the river. 

Lennon hardly ever disliked someone, yet he held a compassion for these two that he hadn't experienced with everyone in the past. In their past times, he often caroled to them (whether realizing it or not), and was in no way shy of over talking. 

With a sudden stranger encountering the trio, his immediate instinct was cation and aggression? The hairs on the back of his neck raised, and directly after this reaction the male seemed to pause in puzzlement - he'd never thought of company in such a way. He gave himself one quick jerk of the head, an attempt to coordinate his thoughts. 

Now, he sent the newcomer a classic smile and greeted him. "Hello, there," His gaze glanced at the large hoofed animals and his mouth watered a moment before refocusing. "Starin' at Bighorn's it seems." He jested, in the back of his mind he still felt some caution for, in his opinion, no reason.