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He would stare, lifting a brow but saying nothing to her indirect question. No one really knew him. Not here, not in the pack, not in the Teekons. Holland did not like to talk about himself much. If a wolf asked him a direct question, he would ruefully respond. When the subject moved to cobwebs, he grunted. At last giving a response. "Spiders are quite hard to find during winter" he utters slowly "yet their webs remain - true. I would have to travel a long way to find them, though." Not that he minded.

But if he was gone, he was also the sole healer of the pack to his knowledge. He couldn't leave for long periods of time. Not when the Glen needed him. "If you see cobwebs near the Glen, let me know" he adds. Come spring, all the foolish wolves would prance around looking for partners... he could work in peace if no blood riles up. Fighting over women was never something he wanted nor liked to do. Point was; wolves got aggressive. He'd be quickly overrun with patients in the spring.

And he doubted this spring would be peaceful. He went back to scowling. His brow furrowed and his frown flashed back. Perhaps this was his way of joking. "Yes, yes. You, ah, still got it" he groans almost at his sarcastic words. "just let me know if you find moss or cobwebs - perhaps I'll give a pretty smile."