Hoshor Plains stick your fingers up your partner's nose

Drat. He thought she might be unwittingly encouraged to talk about her pack and tell him something interesting. But he could not argue with her request either. He was used to foraging alone, for larger game had been scarce in his life, and he was not quite in need of food, but the corsair never turned down a chance to eat. So, he peered at her for a moment through narrowed eyes, briefly considering any ulterior motivates. Then he shrugged.

"Alright, lass. Your lead." He stepped aside, partially bowing as he extended a leg in front of him to invite her forward and ahead of him. He might have looked the part of a gentlewolf, were it not for his toothy smile and general coarse appearance.