Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

Thyme had to agree on that part. He didn't look at the fact that she might be taller or younger. He just saw the wolf make a smack and hoped they were alright. It seemed that they were. Thyme had the feeling she didn't like that he had seen her fail but he didn't think any less of her. Hunting was difficult.

"It does take time," he could only agree with a nod. He was the prime example, since he usually only had small meals. "I'm glad. I just wanted to make sure, I got a little healing experience so if I could help you I would have. But you look fine," he hummed. "I'm Thyme." Deciding to ignore her glance over his thinner frame. He knew with his life style he wouldn't pack much weight.