Redsand Canyon a half that’s living to destroy

Ken had never considered that rain upon a red canyon woukd create a horrible red mud that clung grossly to his paws. As he walked over crimson earth searching for shelter from the drizzle, the rain lightened a bit, though he was already something of a drippy mess at this point. Looking now instead only partially for shelter, and partially for somewhere to lay down, he caught sight of that silvery gaze peeking from the little niche, which he moved towards eagerly. By no means did Ken really like the people here. Nyra and the leader, Donovan, had greeted him in a way almost suspicious, even as he had no real bad intentions (beyond his laziness,) and that was an easy way to make him feel not at home here. But perhaps this character would give him less of a curious side-eye, and so unknowing of her already-claustrophobic feelings, he leaned in to make eye contact, Any mo' room in dere fo' an extra body?