TOO DUMB TO DIE | open, joiner

The sight of someone in the middle of the territory was cause for concern with Roman, for the last time he had been there when such a thing had happened had been how he had gotten his leg taken from him, though, at least it seemed as though this time he would not be alone with the stranger in the territory, and the stranger before them looked to be someone that was tired and hungry - and most likely lost - which calmed his panicking mind slightly, though not fully. If this was someone that would potentially join they would need help, and he knew that, though what he would need first was not something that Roman could just give the other - the threat of a murderer on the borders that could strike at any moment was something that had caused that. One could not be too careful.

Padding closer to the other canine, Roman would be careful to make sure that he didn't cause too much strain on his leg. Although he had more than enough time to rest, due to his walking around so much afterwards and the healing process, it still hurt often, and he wanted to reduce the risk of the wounds reopening. Looking over to Moonmade as he spoke, Roman would then look back over to Kirk, thinking for a moment. "What's your name?" He'd ask, trying to get that out of the way at least.