Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

He caught on lightly to her dry humour and thumped his tail in agreement, mirroring her grin upon his own muzzle. "It's alright, he voiced quietly, beginning to relax from his tense posture as she confirmed his query without a mishap, "I'm not one to dwell on things for too long." His optics softened, no longer holding their guarded look he had for strangers, but moulding into a more curious, understanding gaze he reserved purely for companions. "And I'm sure you could spare a space by your side for me," he chuckled, "Travelling with others is far more amusing and useful that making journeys alone. If you'd like me to that is..