Honeyed Pasture strawberry

His all-dark eyes caught her, and held her in his gaze, pulling her in like a giant but gentle hand. Her whiskers pushed forward as she sniffed for more details from his scent and found him bearing many- but no note of any wolves recognizable to her. A stranger, a loner. 

His question seemed a light tease; Simbelmyne showed no signs of understanding it as humour, though she had to fight to keep herself in check. Normally, she would have laughed- but she wanted to try being someone else for a moment. 

”Yes,” As easily spoken as if in response to a much simpler question. ”I am hungry today. It is small snack, but better than nothing.” She admitted. Her tone was devoid of any sarcasm, but her disguise began to falter when the feathery tip of her tail began to wave.