Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

Feeling out of breath simply for rushing as he did, Eve is relieved to see she really did stay. He feared she would have left, and while the bearish wolf would not have blamed her for doing so, he is glad she hadn't.

He slows to a trot as he approaches, a mess of golden flowers hanging from his mouth with the majority pulled at the roots. Once he is close enough, he sets the clump gently on the ground in front of her. His ears swerving with uncertainty, but a small smile curves on his dark brown muzzle.

Uhm, yeah, of course, he rambles, and gives a tiny nod of his head. Deciding to stop hovering awkwardly, Eve takes a seat, and makes sure he isn't in her personal space. I can, uh, grab more too, if you need... or show you where they are. We got a healer, too, and she's really nice. So far Sindri has saved a lot of wolves simply out of the goodness in her heart.