Honeyed Pasture we were like gods at the dawning of the world

Again, the man showed he posed no threat but again, Maera was hesitant to let herself relax fully. He smells slightly of the sea and in a second of reminiscence she was brought back to the Solstice. The pack that had anchored her for a few months before (a little fear) and the wanderlust that always flooded her father's veins acted up again. 

He mimics her greeting which makes the tip of her tail twitch in delight. It was nice that unlike the other male she met not to far away from where they stood, this man wasn't a pest. Au contraire. As Maera simply and silently blinked he made an invitation she just couldn't refuse. Before she could an answer into words her stomach gave a low growl that said it all.

"gladly" she barked finally as she stepped forth, her head then turning to look over her shoulder to make sure he came along.