Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

He was curious, but would offer the same respect he’d been shown about his injuries. 

”Sorry to hear.” 

He almost reminded the wolf that summer was almost over, and the food he’d been eating wouldn’t be around forever. He didn’t take the wolf for a hunter. But, he figured if anyone knew that, it’d be him, and Pepper wasn’t one to offer unsolicited advice. 

The thought that this wolf—a stranger, was currently resting on his chest hit him out of nowhere. He suddenly grew uncomfortable, like he shouldn’t be allowed to enjoy a moment like this. He needed to get back to Leto, anyway. 

”Ah, shit. I need to start headin’ back. Sun’s almost down.” 

He shifted awkwardly, trying to slide out from under him.