A Chance At A New Life

The man's instant protectiveness over his meal and his wariness over her was terribly amusing to Iolaire. She continued to lean against the building in and entirely unthreatening manner. One silver brow arched in amusement and the corners of her maw pulled up in the barest of grins. That a big guy like him should feel threatened by a little thing like her... He had to have been through an ordeal.

After a moment, he offered her a piece of his meal.  The tiny woman gave her head a shake in the negative. "No, no. That's all you. I'm quite full. Merely making an observation." He'd completely ignored the introduction that she'd made, but she chalked it up to him being bad at social situations. He didn't seem very friendly, though he'd made a kind gesture.

"No one should bother you here. The place seems fairly empty." She could smell nor hear any other beasts nearby, save small vermin scuttering through the dilapidated structures. He'd most likely scared everything away during his hunt. Though he seemed awkward, the brute cut a fine figure. He'd also managed to fell a deer on his own and that made him rather useful. Perhaps, if she could cut through his gruff exterior and see what he was actually about, she might recruit him for the Armada.