Bramblepoint names are pretty, people less so

Another aimless walk. He was growing frustrated and bored. He knew Firefly Glen was near this area, and wished to take a little peek at their land before moving on. Keres had told him a bit about the pack - what stood out most was the glen had little light. He could be comfortable there if he found himself being pulled toward the pack.

But for now, he wandered the Bramblepoint's outer section. Unwilling to accidentally stumble into a pack's unofficial land claim, he skirted the territory. Evening had come - it would not be night, even if the day was shorter and darker by around that time. Biting back a sigh, Holland realized it would be terrible to find plants in this weather. What sort of healer would he be then?

Useless to any pack until spring, that's for sure. He could not work without his plants. He could offer advice and quiet grumbles when nobody took it, but... there was little point in working on healing when the frost killed his medium. But now? He paused, taking in the scent of the Glen. Ahead of him, he saw a wolf. Female by her figure and scent. She may not have noticed him, so he grunted a 'hello' of sorts.

Just to let her know he wasn't being a creep and following her.

for @Dhalia