Warm day, and the desert beyond would only be warmer. Dread doesn't find himself concerned, at least initially, with the girl's arrival. He'd remain regal, respectful-- knowing what it is to be a man of his size, if nothing else. Tail twitching in the grass, offering a smile of his own as she neared.
"Please do. I'm just waiting for the sun to come down some before heading north." a tip of his dark muzzle, humor resting in his gaze. Not that there was much to intrude on, anyway. Gaze quick over the girl's face, taking her in. She's slight, in a way that's somewhat disquieting.
"Are you hungry? I have plenty." The offer is gentle, beckoning her closer. Dried meat and a packet of dried spiced minnows set before him, Dread was raised by the patron saint of overpacking.
Bard
