Beige and grey brows shot up in curiosity as Chan said he was born and raised here before saying he'd been outside the... Lore? Was that what this place was called? Regardless, citrus eyes gazed at the tawny man as he spoke, curiosity swimming and pooling behind the almost permanent intensity that resided there. If he was anything like Avella and Scully, perhaps Chans own family experienced the coyotes? Moore wouldn't ask, at least not about that; the conversation was light and there was no need to bring something like that up.

Instead, he opted for a short and graveled laugh and open-ended statement. "Then y'must have seen a lot, both here and in your travels!" With a tilt of his head, he continued. "Were you a drifter?" Moore was more than familiar with the ways of drifting, the constant wandering and dispersing, seeing and meeting others along the way. There was certainly a charm to it, he couldn't deny that. He laid there quietly, allowing the other to speak without interruptions.

A knowing smile wove its way onto his features, his softening expression reflecting the familiarity of the topic. It was a path he had been on many moons prior, one he was almost sad to stray from. Who knew, though? Maybe in the future, he'd follow suit. Right now, it was unlikely. The newly forming pack needed help, and he'd come to like them a great deal. Leaving wasn't high on his priority list.

"Been there," he spoke with the knowing smile still planted on his lips. "Damn wish we got th'chance to run across each other sooner, though, " A hearty chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"The world's a great big place, though… I hope you find a lot in your adventures." Moore paused. "And if y'come back, bring back a bunch of stories, we can have a tale exchange." There was no judgment in his voice, simply understanding and the same casualness Moore had exuded earlier.