Kyle looked the other quickly over as he sniffed at the air again. He was behaving today, he had tackled the other, but he was at least not sticking his face in Simon's body to try and smell him over. Very good behavior for the feral. He was certainly dangerous, and the large, sharp claws made no secret of that, but at the moment he was contained and not looking for a fight, he was about as safe as he ever got.
He absently balanced on one leg as he scratched at his ankle with the other foot, his short height made all the smaller by his posture. The "feral slouch" left him with his shoulders forward and knees bent, though he seemed perfectly comfortable in the odd pose. The scene did not draw as much attention as one might expect, Kyle frequented this place, and he had a habit of making a scene.
"Yeah, 's right!" He offered with another large grin, showing off those sharp fangs. He offered one large hand in greeting. At least the mutt knew how to shake. "'M Kyle. Gibs. Gibney. Wild Child." He listed off the most common names, he not at all picky what people called him.