Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

The shadow nodded his head, understanding. She suggested a log, somewhere in the thick of the woodland. Crowfeather wondered if she preferred the protection of the forest over the openness of the fields. She then mentioned that her coat didn’t thicken much in the colder seasons. Looking at her, she seemed only slightly different from the wolves that he had seen in the wilds. Gucci had been the oddest of them all and he had still made a place for himself.

I think I know of a good place with cover from the elements and space enough that you could make stocks, the shadow said. His voice was soft, but he hoped that he might be able to entice her into the thick foliage on a small adventure. It was near enough to one of the rivers that she would be able to collect herbs that grew around the water.

Helping to gather some of the mint, Crowfeather gestured with his muzzle and set off.