Dragoncrest Cliffs hillside

Naturalist/Botanist please :)

Gunnar had begun to make forays into parts of the bay he knew his mother had gardens. He stayed away from where he could smell other wolves, the borders they had marked as stale as they were.

It was still dangerous as he could smell stale wolves on the wings, but he hadn't seen any. So they had been there, but weren't. He was working hard to move her entire garden to the Sapphique pack lands. He wanted to help and this was how he did so. He wasn't as good a healer as his mother, but he could remember some of the plants she had used.

A soft chuff reached his ears and he turned to meet the gentle face of the young she wolf he had met so many days ago now. He wagged his tail, and smiled in greeting.

Hello, Sjodronning