Raxta let out a pleased purring sound (which sounded less like a cat's purr and more like an aggressive, slightly scary rumble) when he pet her, her ears going back in pleasure. It ended too soon, though, and she sighed when he went into her hut to put away his things.
Oh well, if things went well, there would be more of that later!
And then some.
"Set it anywhere you like," she said as she followed in after him, shrugging of her knife belt and the stone blade sheathed within. Her home was tiny, just a single room with space for storage and a bed of furs and cushions for sleeping. All cooking and bathing was done outside, so it was all the room she needed.
And she didn't have many possessions, anyway. Some jewellery here, some clothing there, but all very minimalistic and neat.
"Are you hungry? Tired?" she asked, stepping up close behind him so she could peer around him at his bag. Very close, her breasts pressing against his back. "What is in there?"