Moonspear First Impressions

The pair walked on, and Harley did of course notice her glances. As usual, he ignored them, keeping his amber eyes ahead and unsure if she felt one way or the other about the half of his blood that was domestic. Never before had he come into contact with humans, but his family had mixed opinions on them. Harley himself didn't judge what he didn't know, and didn't find humans of much importance. 
Mitanni sounded a bit worried for the regrowth, but the wolfdog worried little. If months of cold and death every year could be recovered from, surely so would this? Time was needed for regrowth, and unfortunatley that wasn't something the wolves of the wilds had. Harley, too, kept his nose open for prey, but didn't find any worth following. 
                "If it recovers every year from Winter, I would believe that it will recover from this: even if it takes a little longer. Once things start to regrow, the prey will come back and beautiful again it will be."