Firefly Glen frosty the snowman

"It isn't" he replied flatly, breathing a sigh "I have been a vagabond a long time - this submissive shit is annoying." Holland knew how to behave - he just didn't feel like he should around much younger wolves. Inexperienced wolves. It was a chain of seniority when it came to many things in his life. The kingdom gave him experience as a soldier, therefore rising above his fellows and younger wolves. The little pack he had been part of for a month... they had err'ed to his history as a healer. But he didn't expect respect. He didn't expect rank.

He hoped for common decency. Wolves helping and holding gazes out of mutual decency. He was used to looking others in the eye. He chose to do this because it expressed how exhausted he was at them through a look alone. In a small way, it showed he was respecting them by glancing. "I'll keep that in mind..." What was with these wolves? Did the females in particular just naturally chat one's ear off? Did they not care about being submissive or not let others be submissive around them? He chose to let this go.

"Mm..." the subject came back to the garden. He didn't look at it, nor the pile of weeds. "I will be clearing the weeds first" Holland explained to Lunaria "this patch is fertile - I can tell from the budding sprouts under the earth" his tail flopped behind him, as if patting his find "when spring comes, I will find other plants outside of the Glen. Dig them out, bring them here. Plant them. Make sure they are cultivated. The pack will have a steady supply of available plants."