Frostfire Ridge the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron

Well hello. :3

Ash had been scooting through the Wils slowly, but slow or not, he was still a'scootin. Nothing was gonna stop the Healer form stockin' his stockin's before Santa Paws came and delivered all the goodie meats and treats to those who had been good little lupines. He had been good. So he had to hurry and gather what he could, dry what he could, and find any reserves that could serve as good icers for when it came to freezing any of the things he needed revived in the future.

He had been in the Wilds for quite some time, being in several places near the Caldera lands, but him being a lone wolf now, everything was new as he scoured the flats trying to grab some good grubs. He had never been in this frosty of a climate before, him being a spring and summer kinda hipie. Long walks on the beach and downin' the dew whatever way a dewd could dew it, ya know? But up in these parts, dew was frozen! Well, not really, but the water sources were frigid, and so was the air, and the forest, and the ground and the everything else. Lil' ol' Ash didn't know whether he wanted to stay this long out here- his nip's were breakin shards, he swore he could feel em. Just as he resolved callin' quits to the to the coldies, his eye spied something wolfy, and nose ding-ding-dinged him.

A good old fashioned sniff gave Ash the only thing he needed to know when addressing the 4 legged company. Swell tunes of a well swoonin' voice called out cheerfully, wanting to alert her now before he somehow managed to startle her and get chased around by yet another wolf.

"Heya toots' how's the bay swayin?"

Now Ash was a nice wolf by nature, never wanting anything for anyone but the best. As chill as he was, the hippie had a way with words that, if not not-taken literally, could confuse ya right to the bone. Sometimes, if ya really put on a good confused face, he would realize he was kinda on the 'alone' scale when it came to his chillaxified language, thus making him try and speak with some sense of normalacy. No matter hwo hard he tried though, that slang would come out, one way or another.
Emeralds twinkled in optimism as the golden healer patiently awaited a response from the babe before him.