( legosi has had time to grow used to the odd animals known as "human beings" (and the other spattering of odd aliens and strange creatures, though they were far less plentiful). he had also had time to get used to all of the animals from home being completely different here, unable to speak and seemingly without the sentience he was accustomed to. he is used to it, but it still strokes his fur the wrong way sometimes — it is the degrees of difference that this world has (as furry as it is) from his own. it makes him homesick as well, occasionally, even if his girlfriend and closest friends were already here.

so to be among an animal that is seemingly (??) familiar to him and those from his own home is a comfort to him, albeit a small one.

he understands that manner of self-sufficiency. legosi had felt a similar reproach at accepting help when he was new here. he's happy, then, that he seems more open to accepting than not. legosi looks to the cup of cut fruit in his hand and looks back to the other wolf, eyes wide. ) Ah, yeah, of course! There was a stand selling these a little ways that way. ( he gestures with a clawed finger of his empty hand. ) Come on. I'll show you.

( legosi begins to make his way back that way, a seam opening up for him in the crowd due to his height, size, and overall wolfishness. his tail is still wagging as he walks, continuing to speak. ) Don't mention it! You're new in town, right? It's... more difficult, when you haven't been here long. I'm - paying it forward, I suppose.