She stared at him expectantly, hope in her eyes as she watched him mull it over. Every rumble of distant thunder caused her to jump slightly, but she kept her eyes steadily upon him. His warning seemed odd and obvious enough; wolves were unpredictable, weren't they?
Still, she was happy to accept his terms in silence and moved closer as he turned away to walk with him. Lyra kept close, fearing she might lose him to the expanding darkness of the forest around them. Her good arm stayed raised to shield her eyes from the rain. The young woman had many questions for the odd forest-giant-man, but she held her tongue as she thought he would want to be out of the rain just as much and as quickly as she did.
Instead, she took the time to study him since they were relatively close. His clothing seemed oddly formal, but she knew such things were a very personal choice for those who could afford it. She wanted to ask how he grew to be so big, but knowing herself to be the shortest of her kin she figured his answer might be similar: chance.
"Is it very far?" she asked, breaking her silence for the sake of being conversational if he was open to providing that information.