Permafrost Hollows savakti

the moonglow wolf came closer, and heda looked curiously at him. "there's something down here," she explaining, setting her paws to dig klutzily into the frozen earth. "they smell kind of like ... dirt." she was not cut out for herbalism, but kept excavating.
at last revealed, heda sniffed at the exposed plant stems. she glanced to kigipigak. "will these do? should i find more?" the promise of a spar was too great to pass up, especially by someone who had impressed her before during their first caribou hunt.