Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

Pepper’s chest flinched, that nip clearly not aimed at a leech. 

”Oh, you’d be so lucky.” he said, tail flicking slowly. 

”But yeah. You’ll have to excuse me. Been a day.” 

He felt the heaviness of the wolf’s head on his chest, but didn’t look up. He remembered nights like this, and if he imagined hard enough, he could imagine he was back home with him.