Northstar Vale Right Beside You

Doe-like eyes regarded the male quietly as she attempted to hide her surprise by his words—a slip of insight to the wolf before her thought she doubted he intended it as such. She didn’t comment on it, his switch of the topic dropping the state of love his parents once had for each other indicating it was perhaps something he did not wish to dwell on, and so the silver lady dipped her muzzle lower, her own paws swiping away dirt and moss from @Tamar’s new cache.

Of course, his own larger paws were harder to maneuver about, and when she accidentally bumped into him more than once, sheepishly, Meadow would sit back a moment, a quirk in her lips her silent understanding that she was probably more of a hindrance than a help to the large wolf.

Instead, an ear flicked curiously at his statement of pelt drying, and she shifted to the rabbits, nosing one gently with consideration. “I’ve never done such a thing. I wonder if it’s the same as drying plants?” Her musing was quiet, her eyes sweeping from the man to a snap of branches just within the foliage, suspicion flaring in her chest suddenly.