Dawnlark Plains Tell me how you do it, how you do it

Aure only further agreed with what this male — Sheigrim — had to say. Perhaps the unorthodox could learn their skills in the better ways, and perhaps grasses might grow on the Plains. His next inquiry had her casting a look behind her, ”Ah, yes. It is called ze Herbalists’ Cache, and is usually free of any inhabitants. Well, aside from ze common wanderer,” nodding her muzzle over a thin shoulder, back towards the way the two females had come. ”With spring on ze way, I am sure you will find what you seek there.”

For a moment, she’d thought there’d been some sort of overgrown burr caught up in the druid’s ruff; but after leaning in as uninvasively as she could, a gentle curl touched her lips as a tail became evident. ”Your companion?” she queried, lowering her voice into a wisp so as to not disturb the slumbering... dormouse? Deermouse?

Either way, she could sympathize with the little soul — and was even a little envious. In all this cold, she wished she could nestle into warmth whenever she pleased until the sun returned.