Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

He could..run, slink off into the brush..if he moved slow enough to not bring attention. The large wolf seemed occupied.

Until he wasn’t. Fenn’s ears fell. Was he carrying leaves? Why? 

And what did he want with Fenn? 

Oh what the hell. He might be able to score food out of this. Real, bloody food. 

He didn’t move closer, but relaxed himself, letting out a breath he’d forgotten he held. 

”That depends on what with,” he replied. He’d offer service, but he had limits.