The second to enter was a girl standing 5'8" with raven hair and deep black eyes. And a wolf. One mustn't forget the black wolf. Her clothes were lighter and in muted tones as befit the woods that she called her home. She rarely left the wood, but the old man was the one who invited her, and Mai felt it only right to agree to his invitation. After all, it had been many a time that he had visited her in the woods, and when he did so, he always bore himself kindly and politely, where most were apt simply to write her off as that "Wild Girl with the Wolf." She sought to protect the old man, but had learned, much to some bandits' chagrin, that he was more than able to take care of himself. He was no ordinary codger - and Mai felt much happier, and safer, to count him as a friend.<br/><br/>She smiled and returned the greeting. "I am happy to see you as well," presenting some venison from her recent hunt as an offering of gratitude. As she sat down, she also registered pleasure at seeing the other visitor. Ling had supported her in the lean times, and the huntress would never forget. "It has been a while since I have seen you as well, Ling. Far too long in fact..."