Keyo sniffs the sand. It smelled of burning something. And sniffs again. Then he smelled the man getting closer. He lifts his head. Ears flattened tightly to his head. His three tails wrapped around each other and hidden by his kimono. He crawls foreward flat on the ground. Sniffing the offered hand. Smelling sweat and stuff. He nudges the fingers with his nose. Then takes the man by his sleeve and turns. Tugging him towards where the water was. And to where his small hut was. This man didn't smell bad...except he sweaty. But he didn't smell any hint of danger.