Herbalists' Cache every hour has its sound

"Practice will improve that..."

A voice echoed into his head, a gentle tone and a loving gaze; his mother had always prompted him in a similar way, had always encouraged him despite the struggles he had (no matter how small!), and it filled a spot in his chest with warmth, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "Maybe." He murmered, silvery tail swaying gently at his rear.

Grey ears perked at her comment, vivid eyes sparkling a touch - ah, the recognition was pleasing to see, for the creek had been terribly quiet in recent times, and often it felt as though the world itself was empty, silent. Not always a negative characteristic... but it grew lonely in the cold days that passed. The Valento's smile grew to a friendly grin, nodding enthusiastically (why was it so much easier to talk to her?) "S'pose we are, huh?" Then he blinked at the mention of Yule, and recalled the conversation with Lily about attending, and the alpha's conclusion; yes, they were going. "I don't know if all of us are, but I definitely am. Are you?" He enquired hopefully, finding himself rather comfortable in her presence. He was certainly not against encountering her again, intruiged to find out more -- there was no denying that she was a beautiful wolfess, and her eyes were filled with an enthralling, soothing ribbon of warmth, indescribably welcome in the frigid winter.