whoomp there it is

The man seemed to find nothing strange in her greeting. After a short start, he was instantly jovial and welcoming. His personality seemed so vibrant and alive, and that she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. But not... too drawn. She kept a careful distance as she took another step into the cave. Looking from him, to the surrounding space. It was rather brilliant, wasn't it? It all seemed so alive, and lived within its own iridescent lighting.
"Oh..." what to say. To lie and say this was her place? Would that giver her a sense of authority?

Keeping to the truth meant she wouldn't stumble over her lies, but she couldn't help herself. She out on a smile, and leaned against the cave wall. Feeling something squish beneath her paw she grimaced, and shook out the limb. "...yeah, but it's a big place, and I don't mind sharing" what to say... what to say... "do you sneak into people's houses often?" There. She had been here for ages, this was her place. She wasn't a wolf on the run, there wasn't a bounty on her head. Just a normal every day wolf, living in a mushroom cave.