Redsand Canyon Whatever makes you happy

Her eyes softened, a hint of the playfulness fading away as he slipped across his father’s title and then swallowed. She knew it was hard for him… they were both trying to be the wolves their families never wanted them to be. It was a hard thing to grasp at. “I am from the north as well… it does not mean I like the cold.” The tease was back in that moment. “Of course, I spent much of my time cooped up with my plants, so that might be why. I never had to face the biting wind.” It still shook her to the core.
 
She smiled softly, adoration finding her features at his words. “My knight.” She loved that about him. She loved the fierce protectiveness even if it sometimes clashed with her own independence. “Most of Mereo is… I worried at first, about belonging. I worried how a medic with no training in the ways of combat might mesh with a military outpost… but I think I found my footing now that I have proper stores and wolves actually come to me for aid.” At first it had felt like there was nothing to do, rather anticlimactic compared to the homeland that resulted in regular injuries coming through their paths.
 
She could see the overgrowth of thorns and where others saw pricks, she saw potential. It was good that the plants had grown wild, and gave her hope for the perseverance of more pervasive species. “I agree… those thorns could easily tear a pelt up and I happen to like your pelt just the way it is.” She did her best to keep things lighthearted, daring to take the first step as she started to intricately weave through the land.