Bearclaw Valley wildflower

twitch stiffened. not at the offer—no, that was harmless enough—but at the mention of cole. the fact that he had spoken about her at all felt odd. she realizes moments after who the woman was, given that loose context and the scars along her backside. winslet.

her mouth opened, then shut again. didn't really know what to say to that. instead, she let her eyes drop to the small pile of gathered materials, buying herself a moment. nests. for the expecting mothers—yes, that sounded right. she noticed the influx of pregnancies early.

the invitation was light, made without pressure, yet it still made her uneasy. twitch wasn’t used to being invited into things, and she wasn't much good at plants.

but winslet was smiling, and twitch found herself nodding before she could think better of it to keep her enthusiasm. “sure,” she mumbled, then cleared her throat. “jus' tell me what to do.”

she wasn’t used to asking for guidance—didn't like to—, but winslet seemed like the kind of wolf who would give it without making her feel stupid. at least, she hoped so.