Firefly Glen The Masquerade

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of a friendly nature on her features, which set him at ease. If only all of the wolves who came to the borders hoping to join the pack could be this easy to read! The friendliness only lasted a moment, before she gestured with her posture that she was submitting, and that the meal was offered. Her actions were almost a tad exaggerated- and he was surprised when she didn't supplement them with words, but he thought perhaps she was just shy. 

"Thanks. Is this, uh, an offering for the pack?" He asked, then, flicking his ears forward. His demeanour was still calm, and his voice friendly. In seeing no threat posed by the stranger- and having been shown respect so willingly- he saw little reason to boast or flaunt his rank, and simply remained as he was, tall, but relaxed. He sniffed the air between the; she didn't smel of Neverwinter, nor did she bear traces of scents that might place her in the few other packs he knew. "You looking to join?" He asked, as a continuation of the question he'd posed earlier.