Cedar Sweep If it's true

She was reassured. Yet again, she could sense nothing insincere about the way he spoke of Arlette. And while she did get the feeling that she herself was being judged all the while, whatever thoughts he had of her, he still chose to indulge her. So either she had caught his fancy, or he was indeed a spathetic wolf. Perhaps it was she who had misjudged at him at first; he might have been a bit overwhelming to her, but he had made no sudden or inappropriate moves toward her. His terms of endearment did rub her the wrong way- there was something that felt patronizing about being called something so sweet by a stranger- but none of his words smacked of danger. 

"I am glad to hear that...Thank you," She confessed, her tail relacing just enough to sway at her hocks. 

Between his lips a soft hum- a sound he seemed to make while his thoughts turned. She recognized the habit, and tensed slightly, in anticipation of another personal question, but the one one that came didn't frighten her too much. "I...Require less food than..." She peeped meekly, finishing her statement with a gentle gesture of her muzzle, to indicate him. It wasn't intended as a jab at his size- simply a statement of fact. To look at him, he was solid, tall, well-tended...He would without a doubt require more resources to maintain himself through the winter like that. And while she had survived the winter, her small frame was made thin and hard by having to scavenge or rely only on her own hunting skills.