Daryl's ears went back when the kid came over to fondle his head and treat him like a good kitty. But he controlled himself enough to say quiet and not growl or hiss at him. He wasn't there to be a threat to either, but just to get a better idea of what kind of people they were. Well, what kind she was. If she was less or mor than she was trying to pass herself as. Johnny was too young to really be a problem unless he was the bratty sort. And he definitely wasn't. Too shy by far.

For the time being, as the boy went back to his drawing, Daryl remained where he was. Watching carefully. He didn't think she was a bad person. But he was a little paranoid.