Hoshor Plains wind side

Lowering herself to her haunches, Bronte felt her brows knitting slightly. 

"I understand. And you will be." She reached out to place a soft paw over one of his own. "After you are recovered from whatever you got going on." A wolf who was injured needed to recover. "I'm sure there are other ways you can be of use at home."

She was curious about his home, but he asked about hers first. "Sure I can." She got up, waiting for him to be ready on his own time. She even would keep close, offering her shoulder for support should he want it. "It is a cozy place. You know the mountain range? It is just a little south and east of it. It all sits sunken in what I was told is a long dead volcano, with a big lake at the center of the territory."

Turning her head away, the Blackthorn huffed a small sigh. "Lately it hasn't felt the same. We are going through some hard times. I try to get out more, these days."