[If those are usually off-putters for people they are not for Red. He approaches up to Hamal with a little more excitement flowing free, stopping to whatever. Is there to stop him. Whether being in front of Hamal or a fence.]
Hey, Hamal! I'm Red. [He brings up a hand, not putting it right up into Hamal's face but close enough for him to sniff.]
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Hey, Hamal! I'm Red. [He brings up a hand, not putting it right up into Hamal's face but close enough for him to sniff.]
Let's be friends. OK?