Sleepy Fox Hollow My paws are tired

Rodyn, who had traveled from far away and offered his skills to them in exchange for furs. It seemed a fair thing. The meat was the most important part, anyway. If they needed more furs, they could gather them. Emmerich hoped that his father would agree. 

At the mention of the wound, the white-hooded boy shook his head with a shrug. He wasn’t the one for that, but he knew who would be. The boy looked to Isa and crinkled his nose at her. 

Isa prolly does. She likes that stuff, he said. At least, he assumed she liked the plants. She’d talked like the kind of person who got all giddy over leaves and moss and berries. Well, maybe her experience was in something adjacent, but Emmerich expected she’d have an answer, all the same.