Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

He would listen to her proposal with silence, interested in the little hrææta she had discovered under the boughs of the willow trees. Curiously, the ire did not rise in him as it might have before, though whether this was a result of his encounter with the not-coyote-not-girl ( @Zephyr ) or his general good mood this day was unclear. He was pleased, however, that not only had his sister found something of use but that she sought his approval before making such a deal official.

Without words, the golden crested northerner strode forth, closing the distance between himself and his sibling, only to apply a rough but affectionate nip to her shoulder; the gesture was a reminder that their bond was not forgotten, and that he approved of this deal. Now, she need only lead him to the hrææta who remained on the other side of this exchange.