Firefly Glen You’ve been let down

"I see." he would say simply, attempting to gather the herb's carrier pelt in his jaws. His voice was momentarily muffled before he dropped the bundle carefully. Holland eyed the woman cautiously, wondering what her aim was. She first offered to help him, then she did help him... But as a pack mate, he supposed that was common? It'd be a while until he felt confident in the Glen, that's for sure.

As he craned his neck down again, the man snorted. "I would get lost" he protested quietly "assistance would be required." Just until he learned the lay of the land. Holland would think she was being nice - but why? He wasn't exactly good company. He... was not social. Blunt and a bit rude. Or rather, alot rude. This time, he plucked the pelt from the ground and gave a deep grunt. His tail lashed once, letting Keres know he had to take the herbs back to his small cache.

His one good eye that focused on her appeared grateful, but he waited for her to leave before going himself. A woman had to leave first, in his eye, before departing.