Moonspear When I see little lights in the shadows

No way! Seriously? Talis scoffed, laughing at the twinkle in Alaric’s eye. No offense, he huffed between titters, but that’s an absolutely terrible name.

But the plant itself was quite useful. The coyote listened carefully as Alaric explained the purposes of his would-be plants. Talis stared at the little patch of ground, wondering just when it would be filled with greens. He supposed it would happen when the nights stopped being so cold.

We’re really lucky to have someone who knows so much about healing here, he said, arctic gaze skipping back up to Alaric’s face. I mean, you saved my life. And I’ll never, ever take that for granted. Hmmm.

Honestly, the healer was one of the best friends he’d ever had. Even now, he was generously sharing his wares with the coyote. Talis looked down at the rinds of their breakfast and felt that same old gratitude spring up inside him.

If you need help with your garden—or, really, anything else—will you let me know? You’re always so nice to me and I’d like to repay your kindnesses, you know, hold up my half of the friendship, Talisman said, the corner of his mouth pulling upward.