Firefly Glen frosty the snowman

"I have been... a pack wolf before" if Lunaria was going to blurt out her life, he might as well try to match it. Holland felt she didn't mind the one-sided conversation, but he felt a bit terrible with giving nothing in response. "the Glen was not so different than my last." however brief it had been. The wolves in that particular pack had been family-oriented, with a deep religious system to back up their actions. They had been raiders before the new leader took over. Her inexperience cost the pack.

"I am used to being an outcast." was all he gave in reply to likening his situation to her own.

He gave a nod. "I would appreciate you showing me" Keres would probably attempt to help him again as well; three heads were better than one. Her question, however, was direct but not unkind. It was full of wonder. Holland would wonder if she just had a penance for knowledge of any kind. She was interested in what he had to say about his garden, for instance. "in exchange, I will teach you about some things I know." It was a fair trade.

He'd even give her a tidbit about moss. "For instance, moss binds wounds like a cobweb can. It is also used to soak in water and apply to cleaning cuts. I assume it will grow... in dark areas" Though Lunaria had the same idea. She wanted to talk under the stars, walk under the moon with him? He didn't know what to think about that. "I do, yes. It is... uncomfortable during the day. More so in the summer season. The Glen is thick, little light comes through... It was perfect for me."

He gave a soft snort of amusement. "Fine. Fine. I will walk with you when I am not tending to this garden" Holland vows quietly. Perhaps she'd help him lighten up a bit...