Dragoncrest Cliffs hillside

No worries at all.

Gunnar supposed his words would possibly sound like nonsense, and drivel to the she wolf, that didn't know healing and plants, but his mother had cultivated a love for botany in him at a young age. It was when she was calmest, when working with her herbs.

Those would both work. Preferably the meadow, I'm not as spry as I used to be.

He chuckled. So you say for now, but wait until I have worked your paws to the ground for plants, and then we will revisit my good company. He teased with a mirthful glint in his eye.