Polished doubt . Joining

If Gus was surprised by the polite manner of being addressed, they didn't show it. The Pitt was a place they have kept aware of- a place they had raided against not too long ago. Argus' hold ups for clan borders and politics was never a concern for them- never truly a bother. Either Argus was unrecognizable in this form or they just didn't care. They were still weary about the herbs, Argus knew medicine, field herbs and the like too- but that didn't stop the instinctual refusal from the tip of their tongue. "No - I... hmm." It died as quickly as it started on their lips. Red eyes flickering between the two.

They couldn't afford a shrug, or any eccentric flippant gesture that they usually emulated with. The polight, if somber attitude peeved them, itched at their skin in a way they couldn't remedy. ( Not intimidated, unsettled. ) Gus never worked well for polite, and even if the other - Kydobi insisted on it, as long as he wasn't going to insist they do the same. " Don't mind me much then, I... I don't trust much- at all, really. Just hopein' to pass through but the desert drew me here."

That was the thing though, hmm? Argus wasn't planning to stay. Clan politics- border skirmishes and past alliances announced the Pitt as an enemy. Once, a long time ago- that meant something to Argus. They would've fought and killed anyone they spotted with the same scent, but argus has been alive a long time. They stopped caring about borders- about clan politics a long time ago. It's been a moon since their last visit to the Typhoon- a place they called their own no longer felt like home. Maybe it was time to move on, at least for a little while.

"Nothing of the sort, though if you could be of help with this-" through the pain, argus twitched their wing. Seven foot white appendage curled around the front of the great wolf, without a flicker of expression from them. " I don't mind staying here, and repaying the favor while I'm here"