Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

The dark woman shifted slightly, but she did not draw her gaze up to meet his. The bard did not wish to press the matter with her. It was far better that she was comfortable than it was for the Taggerung to dismiss formal culture. Besides, the wolf Arielle was still a pleasant sort and Tagg did not fear that she would leave him feeling as though he’d wasted his time. An introduction with a new packmate was precisely what he needed.

Why I would love to accompany you. I know very little about herbal remedies, you know. Perhaps you could share some of your wisdom with me and I shall help you carry those, the Taggerung remarked with a chipper tone and a nod toward her leaves. He did not mind, of course. In fact, he rather imagined they could take turns sharing about themselves.