It was still baffling to the man that someone might not have a home. Araceli was a very interesting looking thing, and her voice was sweet and calming, like music to his ears -- who would not want her around? And so he had invited her into his pack, his family, oblivious to the danger she might pose to them, oblivious to the fact that he really ought to get permission first. A gentle smile would tease the corners of his lips as his face morphed into a rather pleased expression. "Okay," he said, happy that she seemed so pleased at his offer.
Still he wondered what she was -- her scent was different from anything he was familiar with, and she was tall and lanky. Definitely not a feline, but she did not strike him as a wolf either. His mind buzzed with questions that he could not voice, but his own pleasure was displayed by his tail waving gently where it lay behind him.
She asked if he was hungry, and he slowly nodded. But he had never let someone outside of his family hunt for him. "Little bit," he offered slowly, creeping a few steps closer. Again he would not, showing he was hungry and ready to find something to eat with her... or at least try.
