Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

Though not surprised by her lack of warmth towards him, he was particularly aware of her quiet standoffishness; aware of it in a way you're aware of a snake after you've already been bitten. She acted like a wolf with something to lose, rather than one with a clear dominance over the circumstance. His parents had made him polite, but instinct bade him to take advantage of the fact she hadn't simply chased him off yet. This, paired with his intense curiosity (read: nosiness), made him press his luck.

"Definitely," he agreed with her, taking a step back, before ever-so-carefully adding: "unless there's something I could do that'd convince you I'm worth sharing a meal with." His red tail swayed tentatively, trying to exude some sort of friendliness in an effort to gain some headway with her. "You help me live a little longer, I'll owe you my life."