Manticore rubs against Hawas legs, like a giant cat. Then the rubbing turns into leaning, then into pushing. It could be some kind of quizzical manticore power play, or just as likely, some kind of odd manticore game. Either way, the jostling continues...

"I know it isn't. I understand why people would be afraid of him as well, when they didn't know if he would hurt them or not." Shrieky still looks a little morose, but his face is set, "I'm not afraid of him though, so none of that matters."

He tosses his head a little and straightens up, suddenly mindful of his sullen viseage, "So, where have you been since the sky closed? Have you been keeping well?"