Greetings, sir, may I offer you some assistance?
You seemed troubled by the nights, scared of what may crawl within the dying lights
Doesn't your kind roam this land with persistence?
It seemed unlikely that darkness could hold your might, good sir
What is it that you seek? My ears heard nothing, or was the silence a problem?
I see, it is better to hear your enemies roar than quietly lurking in the shadow, plotting your demise
Your kind is an odd one, dear sir
One scratch of those clawless paws, and my tail is shaking with ecstasy
I know, I shall stay the night, lend my protection against your anxiety
And oh, are those some meat and bones I see?
Maybe I'll stay a little longer, what do you say, good friend?