Morningside Cuesta On The Edge

"No," he easily admitted, ears swivelling uncertainly as he sensed that this would be one of those encounters. Already, he gleaned that the older male was not in any hurry to leave. "My family's just passing through, but we've been settled here for a couple weeks, and we're thinking about staying for longer."

While he spoke, he scanned the stranger, taking careful note of his scent and appearance. Though he was not close enough to see clearly, Grayday could tell that the other was heavily scarred. Great, he thought to himself, not only do we have a stranger around, but a stranger that likes to fight.

But despite the man's appearance, Day could not yet bring himself to feel any particular way about him or his continued presence.

"So it's not exactly claimed - I'd just appreciate it," he went on, realizing that he'd paused his explanation to examine the stranger. "Because if you don't, I'm going to have to figure something else out."

At this, he allowed his tail to wag just a little, because it was a joke, partially, but it was also the truth. He'd hate to have to move the man.