Totoka River Lost Girl

Noticing the dark wolf was ready to bolt, McTavish lowered his rear to the ground and sat relaxed,  hopefully showing the girl he had no intention of chasing her. She was obviously hungry, everyone was, and he had an idea. Her question made him smile, the way only a wolf can and he shrugged, golden eyes glowing with humor. 

"I saw ye by yerself looking as though the world was about to end, and felt it my duty to atleast stop and see if ye needed assistance. 
Names McTavish lass, or Tavish if ye prefer. Me, I'm going to try my luck in this here river for some lunch. Would you like to join me?"
Perhaps if they were to share a meal, the wolfling would relax enough to tell him her story, or atleast what she planned to do about her situation. It was a dangerous thing to be by yourself out here, especially in times of hunger like this. 

McTavish hoped she would take the offer of food, for he was mighty hungry, but felt it was incredibly rude to eat infront of others without sharing.
"May I ask what ye call yerself, wee one?"