Swiftcurrent Creek whispers in the frost

Arlette chuckled softly at the greeting. Somehow he reminded her a little of her own son Thyme. He had the same kind of vibe. She couldn't place a paw on it. The woman smiled. Yes, my mate told me about you as well, she spoke. You are lucky you caught him on a good day. Though with your lack of smell your actions are somewhat justified, she assured him. He secretly is the biggest softie. Workhard and pull your weight and things will be alright. You don't get this from me.

Arlette was a practical woman, and this wolf needed food. He couldn't really get better or help out if he was hungry. Follow me, she told him and then trotted through the deep snow. She was glad when she was out of it. She then kept a light pace to a cache. She pulled off the branches and other material of the deer carcass. Here you go, she offered him the frozen meal. Arlette went to sit down, a little away not to get on his nerves. Arric told me you are into plants as well?, she asked.