Broken Antler Fen My fur is hot, my tongue is cold

Kareja had not gotten to know Sebastian very well though he seemed nice enough. He was certainly kinder than any other Alphas she had met in her travels. She dipped her head to him, sitting down the small bush gently.

"It's blackberry. I am interested in plants, I plan on planting this in my garden and growing it,"she explained why she was traipsing the woods with a bush in her maw. Kareja might have been an odd sight, a wolf lugging around plant life rather than prey.