Clyde tossed the deer body through the warehouse door, before facing the newest arrival. " To think just yesterday, I thought I was last one of us alive in this godforsaken city." Despite how sarcastic he sounded and his less than stellar interaction with the fox shifter, he was genuinely happy to meet other surviving Skinwalkers, and he could smell others nearby. He was never good at telling other Skinwalker's animals without seeing them, except when it came to lions. He supposed it was just some way they carried themselves. "Well I apologize for trespassing on your [b]territory[/b], but I don't recall seeing you, or any other of your particular kind while I was hunting for this one." He signaled at the deer. "That being said, you're welcome to join since It seems like I'm sharing this kill with everyone anyway."