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"We haven't" he would quietly affirm, glancing away. Osiris made it clear during meeting him that lower ranked wolves had to show fealty. He didn't know what rank this woman had, but he was slightly annoyed that he was expected to submit himself every goddamn time. Best not keep eye-contact unless he wanted to provoke an unintentional fight.

"No... I am preparing a garden" Holland corrected, glancing at the ground now. It was almost cleared away - not of snow but of various weeds that had cropped up. There was a small pile to the right of him. His forelegs were covered in cold earth, his dark muzzle splashed with dirt. "someone told me the Glen did not have a healer" he added, scowling lightly "until I showed up, that is."

And tending to this patch of dirt made him less grumpy, more work oriented. Busy, if you will. He liked to be busy. "I am called Holland."