Blacktail Deer Plateau thoughts keep steering me the wrong way

Ash Paw had not offered any other description than the name of the herb she wanted. Nor would she it was all part of the challenge he seemed to relish. There was nothing to gain from it, other than to expand his knowledge of herb lore, and perhaps gain a small favor from Ash.

She was sought after and found. Upon his downy cloak of brown, in his teeth of winter white. He carried the branches of a rowan tree, and upon it's dainty tines, was gossamer and thread woven round and round.

It was more than she had even hoped for and it filled her heart with gladness. She could utilize this, and not need to hunt for some time.

Oh really. She raised a haughty brow, a small smirk dancing along her muzzle of dainty black, blue eyes upon his golden. And she waited.