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He'd taken too many trips on this rock 'round the sun to greet the stranger with anything other than wariness. Built burly and handsome; those types were always trouble. Many seasons younger than himself, too.

Once upon a time, Deaglan would have welcomed a fight. Now, knowing he'd get his arthritic ass kicked if teeth were bared, he came to a halt and raised an iron-hued brow at the man, ears swiveling forward atop his head. 

Yeah? he asked, sounding slightly annoyed but not unfriendly. Some had resting bitch face; Deaglan had resting bitch voice. Cross to bear, he supposed. Can I help you?