Jade Fern Grove rudimentary tasks

the figure would approach. Baelfire's green eyes swept over the pale form of the other man. his scent familiar by now. Lost Creek Hollow. that made him a packmate. he'd regard the other silently before lowering his neck to drop the precious moss he had collected. "yes" there was plenty of reasons to gather this resource, after all. lining dens for one. maybe this one was the man named Gannet that Treason mentioned. "why?" it was rude to assume things, though. and the man had a nose; he could tell he was from the same pack if he really tried.