Ankyra Sound time's the thief of memory

He anticipated more poking and prodding, but instead he got a little bit of adulation (in the form of the boy gawking at him), and then a shift in the conversation that made a bunch of question marks spin around his head; his face already looked pretty grim so the addition of a dull frown wasn't too different.

No, he denied, idly shifting his weight off of his crooked hind limb since it had started to ache. He wasn't usually one to travel large distances since the assault and coming this far east had been difficult, leading to some strain. He needed a rest — but likely wouldn't be able to do that here, not if it was someone's claim. He looked around with anticipation, as if someone might pop out of the sand and chase him off, before he added, You live here?

It was quite a spacious area, which he appreciated, but it didn't seem like home to Firefly.