Lost Creek Hollow Bloated, Achey and Pis*Y

If nothing else Ash Paw was aware of herself and her needs. She also tried not to mince words with those she cared about. It was not her way. Perhaps that was harsh, perhaps she was harsh. Not gilded and lovely as so many other woman, but she was her own wolf and she liked it that way.

So with his question she didn't hesitate. Yes. You to lay here with me, because I want something in this case someone, warm to lean into.

She motioned for him to get a move on. She knew he wasn't a fan of touching ,but she didn't rightly care. She was cold and achy and wanted his warmth and softness, even if the soul of the man wasn't soft, his fur was.