Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

As the featherlight touch of the male's tongue graced Warbone's dignified chin, he was struck suddenly by a ravenous compulsion to touch him. And as he was not one to implore self-control where it was not wanted, he pressed forward slightly, his chest brushing the guarding hairs of the male's shoulder, and his nose pressed inquisitively along the cinnamon arc of fur just behind his shoulders. Snorting at the intensified scent of the wanderer, the stimulated wolf pranced backwards several steps, his tail revolving back and forth in contented wags. He ignored a sentiment for the silverstone wolf that he could not identify, and asked instead:

"Do you know much of this place?" He listened intently for an answer, but quickly stated thereafter: "I must know why you are alone."