Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

The sheepdog's cold nose reaches out to her and Maera folds her ears back as she recieves the gentle touch of the girl. Softly, she lets out another hum, almost a purr-like sound that is meant as a greeting to Coelacanth alone. Then Axolotl speaks again and Maera, letting her ears swivel on top of her head again to face the man, simply listens.

Now she felt dumb.
Dumb but somewhat relieved.
"ah, i see", is all she can offer while a little voice inside her head scolds her for not being able to keep a leash on her insecurities.  

Then, with her hazel eyes seeking Axolotl's she tried to steer the topic past the introductions, being a little afraid Axolotl might have picked up on the stupid tensing of her muscles caused by an uncontrolable, unwarranted, flush of jealousy. "were you busy?" she asks the man, her eyes fleeting only momentarily to Coelacanth because she does not want her to feel ignored. It had seemed to Maera that Axolotl had been up to something before the three were brought together by some beautifully strange coincidence, and hopefully he will sense in her question a unspoken one, 'do you need help?'

She wants to tell him she is there to help him, especially, or ask if he wants to hunt oe whatever but does not.
All she does is wait, her eyes fixed on him.