Swiftcurrent Creek ever since we met

A white figure came into view around the plum tree Evien had his eyes locked on, and at first he didn't recognize the little figure. But his brows furrowed when they ducked out of view upon seeing him, and he smiled in amusement. If there was ever a wolf who was not a danger to anyone, it was Evien. 

"I'm not going to hurt you," he assured, not faltering in his approach toward the tree. That bark and those roots would be invaluable in his store. A quick taste of the air told of the scent of blossoms, but also of a sweeter smell - the one Leila carried. Pregnancy. 

Green eyes softened and he peered over to where the figure had hidden. "Come on out," he urged, tail wagging slowly behind him. "I'm just gathering herbs. I won't bother you."