Someone New

A hint of a smile touched his lips as the woman quickly shut down any avenue he may have had for setting himself up as a knight in shining armor. She did not need or want his help and she'd made it very clear in a way that he could find no fault with. Kudos to her. He couldn't help but be endeared by her swift and definitive decision to assert herself. If he regretted anything it was that he wasn't quite versed enough in playful banter to counter with something worthy. There was something to be said about sweet treats, he knew that phrase was ripe for the picking, but Tyrian was at a loss at how to use it. "Ah, this'll be a nice change of pace then," he said with a lazy, dismissive sniff. "These woods are just full of distressed damsels. I was just thinking to myself the other day how nice it would be to go for a walk and not have to rescue one..." As he trailed off the corners of his mouth rose in good humor.

His expression cleared and became interested as she focused on where he was from. So she'd been here before. That certainly made sense given her confidence in not being lost. He wondered about the significance of the mangroves. What was so special about them? He'd only been to the land in passing and he hadn't been much impressed with them, but he supposed, like the Knolls and the Range were to him, if a wolf had a connection to a place they made it special.

As for the teasing assertion that Fireside was in her way... "Why didn't you say something!" he asked in a faux incredulous tone. "For a non damsel we may very well have picked up and moved." After a beat he added with a cocky grin, "Or, you know, escorted you to the other side..."