Firefly Glen frosty the snowman

He had an amused huff at last. Boredom, eh? If he talked plants with her, she would surely die of boredom. "Have you been in the Glen long then?" she remarked on breathing night sky and this pack lived in mostly nocturnal conditions. Perhaps if she had... she would know the best places to gather moss. Holland was at a disadvantage so far. He didn't know where the herbs grew best - hence the garden. He felt he could control the lack better if he dug one.

He shook his head, slightly shocked he would find a scholarly wolf here. "Do you know where moss grows here?" so she wanted to know everything about nature? She wanted to know plants? He'd teach her some tricks. It was better to have two wolves than one with knowledge about such things. Holland went on quietly. "and - I... consider the night. A friend. Of sorts." he glances away, raising his neck to the sky. The canopy blocked out the moon here. "I have a light sensitivity. I walk under the moon often."