Redtail Rise Neath the Halo of a street lamp.

C…cute?

If a wolf could turn red, Ashlar would have gone pure scarlet. He ducked his head, but his smile grew, and when he looked back at Arric his golden eyes were lit with appreciative warmth. He didn’t know how to respond to that at all but his gratefulness wasn’t at all hidden.

The second part was easier. Thank you. Times had been hard and Ashlar worried, but this would feed Avicus well. He’d be sure to take it to her after. You didn’t have to. I’d help you anyway. He smiled a little shyly, then took on a more serious air. What did he wish to know about healing? Is something wrong?