Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

She seemed just as unfriendly as the other woman had, though far less skittish, it appeared. Though she'd graced him with a hard look when he'd come into view, she had no qualms about leaving her perch and stepping nearer to him. In a sign of deference, Grayday took a single step backward, hoping she would see it as cooperation and not retreat.

Her words took him by surprise, and for a moment he itched to glance behind him and check - he really did want to know where the fen was - but too much of him was focused on the shewolf to do more than quirk and ear in that direction. Truth be told, he'd stopped glancing behind him as soon as he'd realized what scent was on the wind. That didn't mean he'd stopped thinking about the fen, though. That didn't mean it wasn't still one of his priorities.

He was silent for a beat after her question, on the verge of saying yes and thank you - and it wouldn't have been a lie a second ago, but it would be stupid to try and convince himself that the same held true for him now.

"No," he easily admitted, reluctant to assume anything but drawn in by her soft smile, and then more fiercely by the scent swirling in the air. He took a small step nearer, regaining the ground he'd given when she'd come down to meet him. If she didn't want it, there was no reason to leave any space between them. Feeling bold, he closed the distance, slowing only when he came near enough to touch. "What about you? Got someplace you need to be?" he asked, voice grown low and gritty as he tried his best to sound both calm and coherent. It was hard to even breath around her, let alone mesh his rabbit-trail thoughts into sentences she wouldn't laugh at him for.