Lucky for Kirrahe, Lyall was a friendly werewolf. Well, mostly friendly. Generally people looked a bit like food, especially lately, but it simply wasn't polite to eat one's neighbors, so he kept those particular urges under control. For now, since he'd come specifically to see this fellow, there were no urges at all besides getting a good sniff and maybe an ear-scratch before he went to change forms and see about a proper introduction.

So he gave the offered fingers a polite sniff, then closed the last foot or so of distance and sat himself down, head cocked to one side.