Stomping Grounds

Her ears twitched in the direction of the opening to the den, faintly hearing some commotion in the silence. It caused her to run her cheek along the flowers but one last time before she turned to find that familiar charcoal male. Her smile grew upon seeing him, and she turned fully to greet him, walking up to his spot at the entrance. "Good morning, Branch. Thank you for the meal, it was delicious." In truth it was quite a pleasant surprise, especially after such a taxing night prior, Serene hadn't realized how hungry she was until she saw the hare. Her amber gaze danced around the herbs packed away, before she let her gaze settle back on his features. "You've put so much work in, it's truly a healers paradise." She praised, for it was surely due. Why wasn't there any other wolves here? Surely any number of loners would find this place a paradise, so why weren't there any here? "So... where is everyone?"