Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

As he feared, the hulking wolf took his limited interaction as an invitation. He said a lot of words, and Fenn quickly began tuning most of it out. He got the gist. Dirt needed moving. 

His ears visibly trained on the wolf at the mention of reward. 

”Food. Fresh, warm blooded food. And information. If you get me that, I’ll help you move your mud. And a place to wash up after,” the wolf tagged on, noting the..general dirtiness of his new acquaintance. 

This was work, sure, but at least the other wolf’s mouth would be occupied for the most part.