Herbalists' Cache There is a house built out of stone

He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t been terribly aware of his surroundings. His instincts begged him to go back, apologize and make things better, but the part of him that felt finally free and relieved had waited so long to feel good again, and he couldn’t turn his back on that. He looked up when the wolf called out. 

Imposing in stature, but with a welcome tone to her voice. Bronco offered her a respectful nod of his head. ”The pleasure’s mine,” He answered, softly.