Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

Whatever the lord wants, he repeated with scrutiny. This implied that there would be something desired of him, something that should be offered in exchange for the services they wished to bestow. It felt like a tricky conversation to navigate and Foxfur was not certain he was all too willing.

If you hunger, I will fetch you something to eat. I am no stranger to hunting, the warrior offered her shrewdly, his light brown gaze squinting on her features. Foxfur was curious about the pale wolf and wanted to know more of her clan. I cannot guarantee a pigeon.

The warrior bowed his head and carved a path through the brush, searching for a scent of prey.