Hoshor Plains I don't see how

"Please" he would say now, moving slightly closer. Holland was always mindful of another's space, especially since sometimes they didn't mind his own. But the gesture was enough to accept her offer. He'd be a fool not to seek someone's help for something he knew nothing about. Falling back into silence, he allowed the woman to lead the way.

Her coat reminded him of ground pepper plant - despite having no browns attributed to it. Most assumed pepper was black or dark gray. But there was a lush foliage of greenery - like her eyes almost. Strange, to attribute wolves to plants but he chose to do it sometimes. If he didn't accept he couldn't control a wolf like he could a plant, he'd go mad. The attribution only reminded him that they were like plants. Not entirely the same.

She did not give her name though. He did not care if she chose not to either. Speaking only when spoken to, Holland merely waited for her to get going.