The violin-playing coyote had done much traveling in his time and he had come very far to reach his new home here in Casa Di Cavalieri. Staying in one spot was something he hadn't done in a long time, and oddly enough he had become rather itchy in the last few days; as if the drive and nature of wandering called to him to pick up his things and leave. It was not that he did not like Casa Di Cavalieri, though. Quite the contrary; he absolutely loved the place! Everybody seemed hospitable and kind, always willing to give a helping hand, and whilst Biff hadn't found anyone to teach him how to read yet he had gathered a few pointers on other subjects in life, such as dagger-play.

After being told that he would have to bring his own weapon, Biff decided he would scavenge around and see if he couldn't perform a deed or two in payment of a good sharpening of his skinning knife. The thing was a little dull and was not exactly a fighting weapon, but he figured it would suffice and would be easier to get it sharpened then to acquire a new dagger all by himself. He had spent a little time practicing and honing in on his throwing skills with it, too, and while the knife was not weighted properly to be used as a throwing knife effectively Biff believed that, if he were lucky enough, the sharp end would find its mark. It wasn't a question of the coyote's aim with throwing weapons, just whether or not he could get the tip to go into the target.

Other than that he had brought his violin, which was requested, his leather satchel, which contained his best-looking book, a snack, and a few knick-knacks that he thought he may be able to trade for personal profit. He wore his leather socks and leather gloves, as usual, but other than that the coyote wore nothing else. If the Sole demanded that he dressed more appropriately he would, but Biff thought he would see if he could travel as he was and get away with it.

The call reached his ears and Biff dropped what he was doing, which was sitting about a log cleaning his claws in wait for that very sign, picked up his case, threw his satchel over his chest, and began off at a trot to door of the Fort. It wasn't long before he came into view of the wagon, the horse, and the Sole himself. The man was a monster in size, and Biff could not help but feel small and insignificant when approached by the knight; perhaps that was why he was able to retain charge so easily over Casa di Cavalieri. As Biff drew closer he slowed to a walk and offered his leader a bright smile and a small wave, followed by a greeting.

”Afternoon, sir!” His voice was chipper and full of excitement. Biff's body language showed obvious submission as he drew closer, though, as his tail was tucked and his head was ducked slightly lower. Whether or not this was acceptable to the newer-society type Biff hadn't figured out just yet; but this action was something he could not flush from his instincts. Being a feral coyote for the beginning of your life would leave residue like that. ”You need any help with those boxes?”