Lyall lolled his tongue in gentle amusement at the idea. As much as he wouldn't mind having someone to help cover expenses for the rare fresh meat he scrimped up for, these days, he knew it wouldn't do much good mooching. Plus it wouldn't be polite, at all, effectively pretending to be an animal to someone actively helping him. He did, however, tilt his head and half-shut his eyes contentedly at the ear-scratch. He didn't get those very often, and he'd found, in the past weeks, that he'd willingly take them where he could get them. It wasn't the same as pack, or even real friends, but it was a moment of affection anyway.

There was, of course, no collar.

After a moment, he pulled back, deciding it was about time to initiate a conversation. He trotted a few paces away, then looked over his shoulder with a whuff, rather as if he was inviting Kirrahe to follow him.