Silvertip Mountain Affection caused this [M]

She admired his toil to catch her a fish, and licked his cheek with appreciation. "That's very kind of you," Mara admitted, prodding her nose at the salmon and giving it a couple of small bites. Her stomach wasn't empty, so she decided to save it for later. "How are you?" the young wolf asked, knowing he suffered from depression. Yesterday she managed to fix his mood, but she wasn't aware of how it worked. Who knew how often it came by?