Golden Glade In A Hole In The Ground...

Ayla nodded absently, gaze skirting around the clearing then fastening back on the wolf. "Sure. That sounds good." she said in her lilting voice. "Perhaps we could look for your den first? I don't mind looking for the 'shroom later." Her brilliant blue eyes fastened for a moment on the ground by her feet, watching a magnificently golden insect scuttle along as she waited for the other woman's reply.