Duck Lake on such a breathless night as this

Okay, yes. He'd visit sometime, and ask for her. Her name was easy to remember, and pretty. Lily.

I will, he said in his usual way, not a lot of inflection, but a calm sort of happy. He'd like to see a forest of willows, it sounded like a pretty place. More plants would be good; I don't know the winter ones. He poked at the snow, and frowned. When he'd learned from Lyra as his leg was healing, it had been summer; how did wolves find healing in the cold? Do you think pine trees help? He couldn't imagine a use, but also, maybe every plant had some sort of purpose?