Blacktail Deer Plateau And your soul turned black as the sun grows somber

She came to him with a promptness he appreciated. "Hey, Willow," he said in a grateful tone, returning her cordial bump. "The sprogs are off doing fun things and I wanted to talk to you about some decidedly un-fun matters, if you have a few moments to bend an ear? It's about some personal business of mine, not particularly pack business related," he warned, "and I'm asking, not telling." If the Healer didn't feel like taking on his burdens, that was her prerogative and he wouldn't hold it against her.