Bramblepoint when the cold wind is a'calling

Cole couldn’t help but smile at the easy exchange between the two. There was a gentleness in Gwyn's demeanor that made him feel more at ease as well. “Nice to meet you, Gwyn,” he said with a nod, before turning his attention to the she-wolf beside her.

She seemed like a nice girl. On the younger side, but she spoke with a reverence that was wiser than his own years. I’m Cole. He paused for a moment, considering his next words. You mentioned sage. You seem to know your way around healing. Is that something you learned on your travels?

He leaned slightly, intrigued by her knowledge. I’ve seen some packs put a lot of stock in herbal remedies. I’m curious if it’s more of a common practice or just something you picked up along the way. He felt a flicker of interest—her skills could be invaluable, especially for someone like him, still learning the ropes of pack life and survival.