Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

Not the one to speak, eh? Under different circumstances and with any other person Wraen would have felt the pressure to break the silence and clear any mutual and expectant awkwardness. But it did not seem that the stranger expected her to talk and therefore lack of words ceased to be a problem.

The man was very wary about approaching her, careful not to break into her personal space, and she wondered why. By all means he was in advantage in every physical aspect - being taller, stronger and possibly faster. He had rights to be confident and did not need to fear Wraen, the little, fragile bird. But again she found this convenient for time being. Better this than fending off over-friendly people. 

She raised to her feet, her green gaze briefly met his icy blue, she sniffed along his muzzle, her whiskers making light contact here and there as she carefully moved upwards to his cheek and eventually to the base of his ear. Satisfied with the results of the initial assessment, she retreated, and offered him a playful smile. Then went down in a quick bow and with wagging tail invited him to loosen up a little.