He cocked his head to one side as he was prone to do. Frozen for a moment, he was torn between leaving and accepting the invitation. He could tell that his indecisiveness was frustrating her, as she had to wait with the door wide open, letting the cold air taint the sacred warmth of her cabin. Fluffing his feathers up he took a tentative step towards the Rosalies' cabin door. He had never been invited anywhere, none the less into someones house. Breathing deep, he began to shuffle forwards,and than changing form, he began to stride.
The warmth enveloped him the moment he entered the cabin. To him, it seemed like a castle. Gazing around with child like curiosity, he let him self be absorbed in his surroundings. Holding himself back from going through every drawer in the building, he took another step forwards, feeling the sturdy boards beneath his feet. "You must be rich!" his voice rang oddly within the confines of a building. He could hardly imagine how much a place like that had cost, especialy since he often made mistakes when it came to money. The warmth and smell of the cabin began to naw at his subconscious, brining back memories of his old home. No. A look of pain flashed across his face. Best not to delve into what was, and stay in what is.
He released that he had been standing, rooted to the spot for quite a while. Wondering what to do in a situation like this, he completely forgot the reason he had been invited inside. He let his arms swing loosely at his sides, feeling like he had to somehow repay her kindness of a warm house, " Is there anything I can umm... for you? " Wondering what in he could actually offer, other than his thanks.