"Good evening!", he greeted cheerfully, the tone of his childish voice hanging in the silent for a moment, as the other sniffed him. He didn't bother with that. Then, the stranger spoke, the female voice's tone indicated that she was tired and a bit moody. He turned the head to her, an innocent smile in his face. It was a terrible inconvenient feature of his personality, to don't usually answer questions directed to him, but neevr give up of the ones he made. "I'm Mael. What is your name, miss?", he asked simply, and waited for her answer.
He could almost taste the fatigue and the bad humor in her yellow eyes. He also felt the tension, the stress that he couldn't yet find an answer. But that might be because of something bothering her, something she was in charge of that she couldn't handle. It was way too big for her to endure. He looked inside her eyes, while his own half closed, trying to focus, nearing his head form hers. "What is it that troubles you, lady?", he asked innocently, not wishing to anger the wolfess.