Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Ace perked his medium ears at the feminine voice that was coming from the same wolf. Outwardly, there were no signs of aggression in her. She seemed gentle so far, but she was nicer when she was offering him help. He never expected to receive a question like that from a stranger. He felt somehow bizarre to hear that sentence because no one had ever offered him some help. During his lifetime, Ace would always do his important things by himself, and he had been living like that since he was very young.

The brute inclined his head in a cordial greeting. His wary look disappeared as he grinned nervously. “Oh no thanks, it’s fine. I don’t need help. I’m just here to pick up the thyme that I dropped.” He spoke gently to the female wolf. Shifting his gaze, he gestured towards the plant with his head to show her the location. “The thyme is lying down beside you. I’m just going to pick it up okay? I promise I won’t hurt you or steal your prey.” His nervous grin faded away as he gave her a serene look. He made that face to show her that he wasn’t kidding. He was being truthful. Taking a soft breath, he walked slowly towards the herb. The more he approached the more he could clearly see the brownish-orange canine.