Wild Berry Meadow Sweet is subjective

Awinita, little fawn. The name seemed to suit her well seeing as how skiddish she was of strangers. Like a young deer fleeing at the sight of a wolf. She sat up and acknowledged that he wasn't a threat to her. His gesture had sent the right sentiment. She then asked him weather or not he came to just give her the berries or have a conversation. 

Given his two options he responded, "Well I would much rather have a conversation if it means I can spend some more time with such a lovely fawn." he said teasing slighly. He enjoyed the company of others, mostly. And definatly the company of females more commonly then males. 

He took a step forward and sniffed the side of her neck. Smelling no other scents then hers. He lingered for a moment to make sure his assuptions here most likely correct before saying. "So I take it you're a lone wolf then?" he asked seeing as how the scent of a pack was absent from her pelt. He then took a few steps back to look her in the face again and remove himself from her personal space.