The wolf continues into the woods for a ways before he detects a scent in the air coming back from the direction of the village. At first he can't identify it, but then when he sees a smallish axe, and places it together to form the image of Mae, a new comer to he village. Smiling he stands up, looking down at her as she comes closer, her height barely up to his ankle.<br/><br/>"Merry met, Lady Mae, and how are you this day?" he asked her. Unlike other macros, he didn't see her as anything less because his height was several times her's. He didn't even really see the micros as less, truth to tell, it was just...they were food. He'd been raised to believe it, and he did.