Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

As either party busied themselves, Mirwen was not unaffected the the chill the air produced. She huffed quietly—the tendrils of her breath rising before her having her wonder if she should reconsider her offer and act upon her blatant indications—certainly, it would be a warmer and more engaging activity than this.

Still, she found what she sought.

The acorn top was removed—the contents she sought delicately pushed in, and after, the top placed back on—the leaf stalk of a fern used to weave through the top in a makeshift hoop.

She sat back—admiring her handiwork, and feeling a surge of amusement.

Delicately, she took her creation, nimble paws leading back to him as one ear twitched forward—lavender eyes studying the solid form of the ragged man.

Placing the acorn to her paws, she could feel a grin tease it’s way to her muzzle, unable to keep the hint of laughter from her voice. “So. Wanna trade?”