She began moving from her hiding place, and his eyes could not help but to slip up to view. Darkness was her keeper for these first moments until the light did wash ever so slightly over her dark and sleek form. She was pristine and perfect. His mind could not see her otherwise. He had been taken, his soul contorted into the spot it should have been all along. If she were riddled with scars and missing a leg, she would still be just a perfect as her images reflects in his golden eyes. She asks where he is from. and his ears wiggled at the question.

"I was born in Taviora, traveled far, and returned to Spirane," he said, not really knowing how to answer the question she had brought upon him. He really did not consider himself wholly from Spirane. He knew he was born of the woods here. He remembers their tall trees, and the series of evens that led him all up to this very moment in time. He is surprised, feeling an electricity as she blesses him with coming closer and closer, her nose only inches from his as his golden eyes grow wide. He lifts his nose slightly to inhale her scent in an exchange. It was a new scent, and yet why was it so familiar? His mind was mulling over the possibilities when she then spoke, his head lifting up. Nineveh, of Diveen. Of all things, in his mind.

She jumps back and she goes into her own bow similar to his own. His head tilts slightly. He does not understand why she does such a thing, and yet it made perfect sense for himself. His lifts his dark form on tan legs, tail lifting in a soft wag, hearing the distant sounds of others in the night.

"Nineveh, it is an honor, a pleasure, perhaps I can escort you back to your borders?" he said confidently and yet carefully. He just had an encounter with some...unpleasant creatures in the grotto. He did not want to think of one of them even approaching her in a threatening way. Just the thought of it made her fur bristle slightly. He always was one to protect the weak, and yet she was not...weak. That same drive to protect applied to her, but in a different way. In a stronger way. In a way a he could not control. He motioned his head outward into the world with a kind grin on his dark lips. He knew not if she would accept. Logically, he is a stranger, and he would not blame her if she declined and yet...he had to ensure she remained safe, and he didn't know how to control this new pull and urge that seemed to be his very instinct and being.