Blackfoot Forest i shut my eyes

@Jaime keeps close—it’s been days since the deal had been struck, they’d join a pack, if only to keep the boy from destructive habits and wandering. the restless feet of the younger seemed impossible to cage; their twisted roles reversed, to alamar following and a taste of his own bitter medicine. rejection a bee sting, except it never quite faded like one.
sit here, he directs with the beckon of his muzzle to a spot underneath a tree. the forearm jaime injured had been bothering him further, and as promised, the medic is on the hunt for herbs. spring yet instead of showers, it is snow and more snow. piles of it lining underneath the clumps of trees where the shade blocks the sunrays. the places that alamar knows herbs like to grow—where they could hide from the scorch.
without looking back, the petite boy continues to weave through, eyes and nose on the ground, filtering through scents and plants and prayers.  

for @Evien