He jumps, startled by the presence of a new creature. He says nothing when it speaks to him but places his treasure down on the ground, careful and protective of it.
He eyes it carefully and then looks beyond it, sniffing in the direction of the heat and wind. This thing seems scared, maybe he won't go in that direction.
He sits down, a show of ease and relaxation as he begins chewing on his treasure. He wonders briefly if he can speak. He's never tried, maybe he can. Then he loses interest in that train of thought as he eyes the new...thing in front of him.
It looks...strange, even by his limited experience of the world.
@Cryogen
cryogen isnt really offended by being ignored, but watches the coyote with interest. it observes the bone from a distance, but leaves it alone.
it wobbles and sits down, tilting its head.
When he sees it isn't going to approach him more, isn't going to take his treasure, is only going to lay across from him, he thinks maybe it's ok. He pauses in his chewing, mouth open around the knuckle of the bone, and then he spits it out, licking his lips.
"Daryl." He states simply, voice gravelly and deep from disuse, before going back to chewing, eyes never leaving the creature. He eyes its horns, curious but unsure how to ask about them. He's never seen something like it before. Though, to be fair, he's not seen a lot of things.
He pauses again, considering something silently, then returns to chewing, opting to say nothing more.
the horse(?) nodded, happy to just sit there in silence with its.. new friend? hm. it never had one of those before. does this daryl even count? unsure, it opted to just introduce itself aswell. "cryogen." it nodded, tilting its head.