Firefly Glen [BWH] In-between Humility and Faith

No worries <3 I am beginning to really like Ippi too.

He had heard the crunch of snow. The footfalls of another who walked with quiet pace and the moon. Her scent met him next. The scent of lavender and fur. That hearty scent that came from well worked furs. It smelled like home, like parents, like life.

Rodyn did not know why the world punished him so. But he tried his hardest to count his blessings among his burdens. And truth be told, they outweighed his darkness. Even if he forgot this sometimes.

He was taken aback as she stepped into his view and before he could catch the weasel he had been intent upon. It raced in the snow. It's chittery laughter coming back to haunt him. He made a soft snort of amusement. A smile hanging there at the edges of his maw. Eyes lit up with amused happiness.

Hello Ippiksaut. It is good to see your face. There was a humor in his voice, a gentle teasing quality. Despite that shadows played peek a boo in his eyes. He bent his head to sniff at the scent that clung to the edges of the hide. His eyes softening ever more at the sides.

His ear tilted forward at her words. They were quiet in the hushed forest, but carried more weight than most. She could see right through him. And this amused him even more. Not many could look at the hunter and see the grief he carried like a second skin. Years of love he had to give and hadn't been able too.

I do not like my paws to sit idle.

he bent to touch the fur with gentle nose. Thank you. It will serve me well. And the scent will ease some of my nightmares I believe.

he did not boast a huge knowledge of herbs, but he knew enough. TO know that lavender calmed.