Ouroboros Spine xiii. biting words like a wolf howling

Once, perhaps, Elenwë's daughter might've flinched as the words reach her auds -- soft as a spring drizzle pattering against the canopy of the blackpine. But the herbalist is calm as she turns towards the source of the sound, beaming a smile towards Keyni upon meeting the woman's emerald gaze. "Good morning," the Epsilon greeted cheerfully as her tail gave a wave of welcome, low and neutral at her hocks. 

"I'd love some," she readily agreed, her smile taking on a grateful cast as she turned back to the dirt -- shifting to stand alongside the silver-gilded wren. "Do you have much inclination for gardening?" the green-paw asked, curious orbs of evergreen sliding over to Keyni as she began to dig once more with steady swipes of her forepaws -- claws tearing slowly through the clods and light grass.