Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

Pepper didn’t know what that was, but he didn’t like acronyms. He’d trust he was safe. 

The wolf’s ruffling in his fur felt nice. He was tired, too, and figured he might as well loosen up a bit before having to walk back. 

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

The thought occurred to him that he’d need to do this for Leto. He’d really rather not, but he had no choice. 

”You know, I’d say you should take me out to dinner first…but,” he let a grin crawl up his muzzle. They actually had already done that.