Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

He seemed pressed, like he was rushing. Her point was furthered when he stood and bid her goodbye. Not only did she not want to crowd him or anything, she still wanted to work a bit in the den. Nothing all that straining, now that her leg was getting rather sore, but she just wasn't ready to leave this place. She let him go without a word, instead pulling herself to her paws and gathering the weeds in a pile. Maybe they could be used as a fertilizer or something?