The Heartwood Ashen Remains

No hard feelings! She returned Bridget's smile. Easing away from the moment of panic. Bridget offered her kindness. Vale could only hope that all wolves of the wilds were as pleasant as the ones she had met. My name is Vale.

She shook her head, gaze turned upon the infant forest. I wasn't really looking for anything specific. One of her forepaws lifted of the ground as she spoke. Gesturing to the saplings. I was admiring it. I imagine it will be a great, big forest one day! A small grimace crossed her face, thinking back to the orchard, ... Hopefully without a ton of thorns.

Having closed some the distance between the two of them, Vale's tongue flashed between her lips, tasting the air. Bridget carried upon her not just an individual scent, but one that was intermingled. A pack? Despite the initial interruption, her curiosity was far from squandered, simply redirected. Were you out here for something? Or just on your way home?