The smile flickered, mutual understanding flitting between them at a way of life lost. Of all the cycles of his years, that time of travel and performance was his most dear, but plans took time and clan survival was his focus now; they needed grounding and training that the old ways simply could not provide.

A flash of teeth, sly and keen as ever at the mention of his habits. "A shepherd is still a shepherd, even without his flock close at hand.. Feel free to send those of interest along the paths to find us as always."

A circular flick of his hand, encompassing the whole world in such a small gesture of fingers, gloved and sharply clawed as it was.

"And as ever you are welcome among us. You are known to the others and our settlements number in the dozen now, make use of them as you will. The little ones will delight in your tricks I am sure."