Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

He doesn't find it in him yet to move much. His tail only swayed a soft, almost hesitant little rhythm though--a further testament to his neutrality, and his harmlessness, he hoped. Also to help himself relax a bit.. since anything helped. He couldn't go so far as to say he was outright comfortable here yet, and now, because when would he ever be in the matters like these? But he was trying.

His ears gave a twitch, and mentioned pack already while he had nothing of the sort to counter with. He was one lone wolf and this roads ahead, and behind, were terribly vast. As for himself: "Yes, passing through.." he could admit to that for a roundabout way to say he roamed permanently. "A pack I ran with once.. they claimed land near here, and I stopped by to rest there a bit," his voice had quieted, and he did hope that his words didn't paint him as some loiterer--especially if her pack hunted somewhere in the vicinity. Sentiment had brought him back but it wouldn't keep him there long. "Is your pack near?" the wanderer asked as he tried to search her face--so he could steer clear. "I do not intend to stay long," he added, softly spoken, but serious still.