The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

random speaking colour hex change!

Completely oblivious to what the guy might be thinking, Elijah awkwardly stood and waited for a signal to either go or advance in greeting the stranger further. His tail did that slow-wave that dogs do when waiting patiently for a response, his lips even did that thing where his lips were stuck to his teeth. For a large man with many scars, he was a big goof more than anything. At least, unless provoked, or so at least that's how he felt about himself. To Elijah, he was a cool cucumber. 

When the man spoke, Elijah took it that he was receptive to talk. Taking a few steps closer - What's a guy like you doing in such a... well, colourless place like this? The guy rose to his feet and Elijah smiled, charmed, it was a light greeting of a grin to keep himself looking as friendly as possible. From here he could already tell the guy belonged somewhere, the way he carried himself with purpose, the smell on his coat was a mixture of others. Not quite strong, but it did say that he had others somewhere; something that Elijah lacked. Back up if things went wrong.