Moonstone Quarry peach or plum or strawberry

Her compliment made him chuckle rather sheepishly. Oh, t-thank you. It’s the first name he’d ever chosen for himself, and he was glad there was at least one wolf who liked it.
Hyacinth couldn’t help but tense a bit when she brushed his shoulder, but he didn’t pull away. His mind raced, but still he smiled. Her reassurance was used to soothe him.
He was relieved to go back to the subject of herbs. He let out his held breath, then listened carefully to what she had to say.
Yeah, I’ll come with you. A golden flower couldn’t be too hard to find. Hyacinth followed closely behind.