( He snorts at that, his smile lazy in response. )

Shouldn't be a problem. We'll be heading further east. A few fewer mouths for survivors to be concerned with feeding.

( That attaboy though, and here, he smiles with teeth. Still amused, head cocked as he listens to rumbles and groans of stone and death, but no. Nothing approaching. )

I'll resist wagging too hard for you, love.

( He's in no way wagging the tail that isn't around (right now) at all. )