In his new form, Aizawa knew he could be a bit intimidating. If his dull expression and almost judgement eyes didn't do the trick, then his large body would probably make him seem more frightening than he was. Most animals here were dwarfed by him, especially since most of their members were animals like mice and birds. It was interesting to see such things, really. Everyone was different in both character and size.

He's passing by when he hears the commotion, his head turning to register Atbash and someone else he didn't know yet. He'd probably come to know his name sooner or later. Trotting up to see what they were looking at, he noticed the small animal curled up under the cabin, his only sign of interest being a slight raise of a figurative eyebrow. "Mourning Star," he echoes after Atbash, narrowing his eyes slightly at the paper. "Yes, you can stay, if you want," he didn't have any qualms with letting them stay, as long as they didn't prove to be a problem. But he probably had his own definition of 'problem.'

"SPEECH"