Ah. That would be why he was so reluctant. He had an entire herd that placed their lives in his... hooves.
"Have I once looked at you hungrily? Have I even showed fang or claw? No. I have no need to hunt; my lands provide me with nutrition. If I hunt, I do it for pleasure, and even then I do not kill."
Thinking there is no proof for what she said, she thought about giving him some.
"If I wanted you for meat, would I have not already pounced? Look around; if I was lying about my lands, I would either not be in this baron place, or take every opportunity to eat. That would include you and your herd. But yet I have not moved. And if that were so, would I not be as brittle as a leaf in fall? If I was that desperate for meat, I would be as thin as a twig, bones showing on every part of my body. If that is not proof, I do not know what is."
Daira sat down gracefully as if to make her argument final. Her tail curled around her right side and she found it rather hard to continue resisting her habit of flicking her tail about.
"Now, believe me or don't, but without me, there is no way for you to travel to Cynosure. You have three options:" She lifted one paw, showing the pads ontop. "Go back through the portal to your herd and live an average life, protecting them from harm," She lowered that paw, lifting the other in the same way as before. "Try to find Cynosure and become lost here forever," She placed her paw to her chest. "Or Trust me and let me lead you there myself, to a place where no predator will threaten you or your herd, only the game that have no souls or actual thoughts, where the grass is fuller and never runs out. Your choice."
She put her paw back on the floor and waited patiently.