Firefly Glen And a Song Well-Sung is a Sung-Well Song So Sing

Where he'd come from, Gawain hadn't known kindness to be given without something expected in return, without ulterior motivation. It sufficed to say he was suspicious of the actions of this stranger- generous with her own time and knowledge in her offerings. However, Gawain couldn't help but believe that she was actually...being genuine? Perhaps it was the way she had regarded him with an attitude that was almost familiar. Stern but fond, familial even. 
 
The yearling hesitated in his response, shoulders twitching as if he wanted to move forward but was held by invisible force. Gawain's eyes searched the woman's face once more, assessing openly. Finally, his ears flicked back slightly, and he budged just the slightest bit, right paw tentatively moving forward and shoulders shifting. Although he gave no verbal response, and his eyes were locked on something distant and he refused to meet the woman's gaze, his defensive posture eased slightly. Gawain huffed a quiet sigh, and allowed her to continue to move towards him if she pleased.