Otatso Wetlands I'm getting Hickeys from my Bedbugs

Aphrodite was very excited when he mentioned her name being the same as a Goddess, and spoke to him in some otherwordly language. He made a face and frowned, shaking his head. He had no idea what she said. He had heard things about Gods and Goddesses from the Faruka, who were collectors of religious mythos but themselves atheists. He, too, had no belief in higher powers, and felt weird for mentioning it at all.
The lovely she-wolf spoke of friends by the sea, and he listened closely to her, unsure of why she faltered so. She didn't even bother to finish what she'd started to say, and he ended it with, That's okay, though I'm sure they're nice.
The blue-eyed creature continued, speaking of her current role and pack. She'd been hunting for new medicine. That whole world was alien to Taikon; he'd been injured or ill only a handful of times in his five years, and it had almost always been his home Farukan healers who took care of him. The last time he had been seriously injured was when they had driven him out.
Then, she made a strange offer. Though he was almost entirely a stranger to her, she invited him to stay with her at Whitebark Stream. He hesitated, I-I, um... She was very pretty, and the sweet tonality of her voice made him feel absurdly awkward as he tried to find a way to reject the offer. It's hard to explain, but I don't do packs, he attempted. He had learned his lesson after Spook had been terrified by him ranting about packs being fascist regimes. I'm happy to walk you home, if you'd like; it's very nice out today. Taikon offered her a genuine smile. He figured they could talk more on the way. It was likely far.