Broken Antler Fen Start of something good

She tilted her head to the side as he tried to explain the flower. Big, and yellow. She gave him a look that said that wasn't very helpful, but it turned into a teasing grin quickly. I'll see if I come across something like that, she said, committing the flower to memory. 

She picked up her stash and began to make her way towards somewhere, but then stopped, remembering she didn't even have a den here. Normally, she figured most wolves would make a new den next to their sleeping one for the herbs. She supposed it was time to make herself a permanent sleeping den. Turning, she headed towards the communal sleeping area, intent on at least making an herb den today. She assumed Sebastian would follow her.