typical

Ah, the Fern Gulley. This place was high up on her list of favorite places to visit, especially when the weather got warm. It was like a garden of paradise, with flora springing up wildly in every size, shape, and color. It really was paradise for healers like Solveiga. She may have made it a goal to change herself and toughen herself emotionally, but that didn't mean she had lost her compassion or her love for healing. She was still very interested in becoming the best healer she could be. She wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps, especially now that she had passed away.

The woman strode through the greenery and the blossoms, sniffing here and there. She was hoping to find some boneset and lavender, and maybe even a little marshmallow, if she was lucky. But in the middle of her search, she caught the scent of something else. Definitely not a plant. There was another wolf here. She looked up, her blue eyes narrowing a bit as she looked around and tried to see who else was here with her. He was hard to miss. Walking through the colorful flora was a black male, much taller than Solveiga. Not that being taller than Solveiga was necessarily difficult.

She watched the man for a moment with curious blue eyes, and then she barked softly at him in greeting. "Enjoying the weather?" she asked. Sure, it was a lame thing to say. But Solveiga was certainly enjoying the weather, why not ask if this stranger was too?