Mela, the Ebullient

Please see Sorem's bio before reading below

As you follow Sorem to his den, a den made up of two large boulders with a fallen tree making up the roof, you carry a bundle of herbs in your mouth that make your nostrils sting.
When you enter the den, you set down the herbs where Sorem wishes you too, and you wipe your nose hurriedly before you sneeze. Just then, you notice what seems to be a shadow behind Sorem, until...
"Hi!" A she-wolf, with fur just as dark as the herbalist, steps out, causing Sorem and you to jump.
"Mela!" Sorem turns around, shaking his head, "What did I tell you about being in my den without me here?" You can tell that Sorem is disproving, however you can't help but see a fondness pass between them.
"Oh, calm your bristles," Mela laughs, "I'm not going to ruin your perfectly sorted stashes. I was just waiting for you to return," The she-wolf then looks at you, "And I'm glad I did! Who is this?" She asks excitedly, making a circle around you enthusiastically. You try to relax, but her energy sets you on edge a bit.
"Mela, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is uhm... Mela, are you trying to catch your tail?"
The female melanistic wolf stops in her tracks, "Huh? Oh. Sorry," She then chuckles, "It's just not often we get visitors! Can I show him around camp?" You suppose herbalists have some sort of leadership in this pack as Mela asked permission from him.
Sorem bites his lip, and makes eye-contact with you,
"Well... I suppose. It's nice to have visitors, indeed. As long as you are ok with being paraded around by this little one," Sorem teases gently.

What will you do, oblige or say no thank you and be
on your merry way?

Obliged, eh? See Bryis's footnote