Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

How was he supposed to talk to her now? She seemed so calm and cool after having done something Bronco had always figured was a complete and total lifechanger, and it helped to keep him from having an existential crisis, though it still left him struggling to find the right words to say. He'd never learned pillowtalk, and had never really had to have much in terms of bedside manner- so he fumbled with his feelings and it showed. Part of him wanted to ask her if they could do it again- and the other part of him wanted to get to know her so she knew how much it meant that they'd just given themselves to each other. But neither seemed like an appropriate way to talk to her, only having just learned her name. 

"That's pretty," He murmured appreciatively. "And so are you, y'know, like...You're really pretty. But wolves prolly tell you that all the time, right?" He said with a somewhat cowardly laugh. Of course wolves told her that all the time, He thought. "D'you, uh, do you live around here? Or are you just kinda on your own? 'Cause like...I was wondering maybe if you were hungry- I got a bit of food left here," He said, gesturing to the rather puny meal that had already been chewed on. How much, he wondered, would that say about his hunting skills? "Or I could catch you something fresh to eat?" He offered.