Herbalists' Cache perjury and defamation

A gleeful bounding motion was made so that the minimal space that separated them was closed and his dark nose was searching the pale coat of Valiant with a curious poke here and there. Only a small handful of months had passed, but it seemed that it was enough to make a show of the change that had occurred in his large frame. The other male was no different – he had grown out of the awkward and clumsy puppy paws and into the body of a young man.
 
“You aren’t a pipsqueak anymore either, you know,” Brave remarked with a wistful smirk and a quick fluttering of his tail.
 
The conversation was quick to move away from their physical changes and toward the subject of everyone else’s wellbeing. It all circled back around to why they were there, really. The inky young wolf settled himself some before shaking his head in answer. “Everyone’s alright, Val. Journey and I came out this way to experience some of the world for ourselves. See if we could find some family in these wilds,” the jade-eyed boy assured his cousin with a nudge to the other’s breastbone.
 
“How have you been?”