Sea Lion Shores what vexes all men? a woman

Obviously Maera was as lost as Axolotl when it came to knowing the 'how to's to interacting with someone who inexplicably made your knees weak. She had thought they were past the greetings when suddenly the man reached out to her. She felt the coldness of his nose climb onto her cheek and in the form of a shiver, run down her spine until it reached the very tip of her tail. She sought to touch his skin too and when the moment, ever so brief, was over Maera was left with a strange craving for more. 

The smile that had settled upon her face, was somehow brighter now, and though she did not need to smile to shine because of the brightness of her coat, Maera found it completely impossible not to. That until she watched his face become more serious and heard him speak of the disaster. The simple thought of him being injured and this wonderful casuality not happening made Maera's face contort into a frown.

He could've been dead and she wouldn't even know.
But again, so could every other wolf she had ever encountered in her lifetime.
So could her family but she didn't think of that - to her they were ghosts but not because they were dead but because they were nothing but memories, silhouettes that came alive only in her dreams. 

He speaks of others and Maera feels another something bubble in her stomach.
Jealousy?
Quickly, she reprimands herself for the thought - she doesn't even know who they are. In fact, all she knows is that there are possibly injured wolves among those others.

"i'll help you" she declared, not even asking if he wants her help because in her mind, it is assumed he does - just as much as she wants to give it to him.