Firefly Glen The Masquerade

She nodded, so he assumed that meant that she wasn't deaf. He was quickly distracted from any other potential questions he might've had when the enchanting, azure-eyed creature stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of them, and instinctively, he lowered his muzzle slightly. He recognized her body language as an appeasement, though- so he didn't snap at her or ward her away from his chest and throat, but remained quite still as she licked his chin. Was she trying to reassure him? Or was she just trying to get him to stop talking so much? In the end, acheived both results, though he was perhaps more flustered than he was reassured. After all- she was very pretty, and she'd just come very close to him. He uttered a sheepish, guilty little laugh, his cheeks warming a bit as she stepped back. She definitely seemed harmless enough to him. 

Her gaze drifted past him for a moment and he flicked an ear back, turning his muzzle slightly to follow and see what she was looking at. When her gaze came back to him, it was questioning. "Oh," He said, as though he'd had an epiphany. "I could, uh, show you around a little bit, if you'd like?" He offered, assuming she was hinting that she wanted to see more of the packlands. So log as she had an escort with her, he assumed she would be welcomed, though he had yet to ask Osiris what the real hard rules were, with entertaining guests.