Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

Being unable to see, Grayday missed Forrest's friendly gestures and measuring looks entirely. He'd been nodding along to her explanation of what she'd do with the honey until it was needed again, and during the lull in conversation, had been drifting in and out of thoughts of Cat - he wondered if she would know whether any of the trees around here were yew. Forrest was about the yarrow - they'd have to wait until spring for that.

"What?" he asked, a bit startled by her sudden apology. He remembered that he'd spoken a bit sharply to her when they'd started their little expedition. She'd apologized for it then as well, but he'd not acknowledged it. Now, he was more certain it wouldn't be a lingering problem. Whether he deserved it or not, Grayday expected a certain amount of deference from his packmates. Forrest seemed to see that, now. "Don't worry about it," he absolved with a rueful shake of his head. It was not Forrest's fault that he would not be ruled, and he knew that she had meant well enough either way. "Let's get this to your cache, then." He nosed through the snow until he found a large shard of the hive. Grayday picked up his prize and turned toward Forrest, ready for her to lead the way once more.