The female seemed surprised to see him there, which probably explained why she hadn't spoken. Shay cocked his head to the side, trying to follow her words through the ringing in his ears. The bleeding, he was pleased to notice as he moved his head, had more or less tapered off. There were still shards of stone in his skin; he could feel them when he moved.
"This isn't my den. You have just as much right to it than I do," he told her in what he thought was a reassuring manner. "Nasty weather we're having." Talking about the weather seemed like a good sort of polite thing to say. Interesting - the hearing wasn't coming back to his right ear at all. Oh, wait, she was still talking.
He focused his attention on her belatedly. "Hello, Esperanza, I am called Shay Bearkiller." He continued to look at her expectantly for a moment before it occurred to him to add, "You can call me Shay."
