Northstar Vale grains

Her gaze drifted to the rain, the warmth of Tamar against her causing her to relax, even if slightly. An ear flicked in the direction of the woman’s words—her desire to have lessons a decent indication to the healer that the rut Tamar had perhaps been in before, after birthing, was perhaps taking a turn. It was a relief.

“We will start with some basics and then there,” she agreed, an amicable smile cast to the she-wolf. “My intention is to grow a garden in the vale. If that is something you agree to?”