Herbalists' Cache though winter be a brittle beast

So sorry about the wait!

He was somewhat surprised by the lack of hesitation. Rather, she graciously agreed to let him enter her burrow. Lovecraft blinked once, then as a gust of wind rushed into him, he threw one last glance over his spindly shoulder and slipped into the darkness beside her.

And how dark it was. He brushed against her as he turned around within the dirt cavern, unable to see how large the space was nor where he was in proximation to her. With an apologetic wag (albeit one she may have been blind to in this shivering darkness), the snowy wolf dropped the remnants of the rabbit to the earth and bent to shove the carcass toward her with his snout. "Eat as much as you want," he added, his voice somewhat gruff as the reality of their circumstances began to sink into him. How long would the storm rage on?

"My name's Lovecraft," he replied finally. Her voice was beautiful; there was a quality of the way she spoke that he had never heard before; an exotic sharpness to certain intonnations, giving her words an almost musical effect. "Who're you...? Are you okay?"