Hoshor Plains would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

the doe, even if he was the complete opposite of a doe in terms of most aspects, lifted his head at the sound. A stray petal or two unstuck themselves from his neck and fell to the ground. Even in winter, he still found flowers. A green thumb if a wolf had thumbs to paint green, or - what even was that phrase?

Hi! he boofed back, long stride carrying him a bit closer. His head tilted. You... look familiar?