The smells that drifted into the room as the woman entered nearly brough him to his knees.  As each dish was placed gracefully down in front of him, his mouth watered uncontrollably.  Forgetting formality, he snatched up the chopsticks and began greedily slurping at the broth, pushing the delicious meat and soft noodles between his lips, lost in the flavours and smells.  He could not believe his luck, and, most unlike him, found himself relaxing and actually feeling at ease, something he had not felt for a long time.  The strange male was also ravenous, he watched as the large piece of meat on his plate disappeared bit by bit.<br/><br/>But as he ate, and fed his hunger, he began to wonder how it could be that, just as he wished for a place such as this, it should appear.  Coincidence was not something he trusted, things rarely happened for no reason, and he believed well enough in the fates that this place was no accident.  His curiosity held him only briefly however, as he tasted the rice, savouring every grain.  Whoever this woman was, she was a skilled cook indeed, and he would be sure to show his gratitude and appreciation accordingly.<br/><br/>She had mentioned a room, oh for a bed! To rest his weary frame, even if for only a few hours, would be a blessing indeed.  He dared to hope that there would be some form of bath here also.  His short fur was matted with mud and blood, and he could not remember the last time he had bathed.  Now that would be a true luxury.