"Exploring? We've that in common, then." Her speech patterns were, perhaps, a little Thor-ish as well, though with an accent speaking more of the Mediterranean, something close to Greek, but not quite.

"I'm afraid I don't have any food on me, and I doubt the street vendors here serve anything worthy of a fine hunter like yourself," she said, taking the cue of the nudged hand to scratch behind his ear. "But I can offer company- it may be safer for you in the city if you're mistaken for a companion animal." She consciously avoids using the word "pet." One does not make a pet out of a wolf, in her opinion- one may only hope to join its pack, however temporary that honor may be.

(ooc: I can't not picture Diana in a Mountie uniform now. Dammit. /Cues Due South theme.)