Jade Fern Grove your vag like grandpa's cabbage

Sriracha watched them take in the grove with the same kind of nervous expectation one watches a loved one open a present. That's what it felt like to him, a present to wolves that had placed their trust in him to some extent. Here they could take shelter, and Ocra's leg could heal. He could learn more about all of them, find their strengths, find their interests. Each was a plant in his garden, each had to be carefully tended and well loved until they reached their full potential. He looked upon them with great affection.

Their reactions ranged. Ocra kept to sullen silence, Kessa nodded enthusiastically, and Xan? Xan was still a bit of a mystery to him, but a mystery Sriracha was interested in solving. He watched Kessa explore for a moment before drawing up to Ocra's side. He would offer her physical support until she found somewhere to rest. And once she was settled he turned to Xan and Kessa. We should claim this area, he said, coming to the decision as he said it. Not the entire forest, but enough for us to live in. Y'know, let other wolves know we're living here. Sriracha made sure that Kessa could see his face and read his lips.