Re: Ninth Floor; 6:00 PM
Shane took in the new information. New neighbor? A foggy reminder drifted up that he lived in this building, though it didn't feel quite right. His tension eased a little when John shifted his body language to something less threatening, but he still watched him, just in case.
Then Boyd went back over to him, taking him by the arm. That alone brought the feeling of threat back, but for entirely different reasons, tied up and confused with ownership and claiming. The idea that Boyd (Red?) was his made his fur stand on end. It made no sense, of course--she was a human girl, and an irritating one at that--but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
All that sank in of what Boyd said was 'Woodsman,' and then the growl was back, all his focus down to a pinpoint. He hated the Woodsman more than anything he could think of. His memories of him were vague at best, but they involved pain and rage and death. He snapped his jaws, ears standing straight, teeth showing long and ivory white. He made himself as big as possible and barked at John, a warning. It said 'get out' plain as speech.