What every Winter needs

There wasn't too much to be done once his morning patrol had ended, so when he caught wind of a familiar scent, he headed in that direction. Tongue lolling from his jaws in a dopey grin, he sought out Riva. He hadn't seen much of her since the meeting where Branch had raised the pack, and before that their first encounter had been quite the whirlwind. To say he was excited to see her again, for real this time, was an understatement. If she wasn't such a delicate little thing, he might have been planning to tackle her. Instead, he was going to tone it down, and be friendly in the way he was with his smaller siblings.

Her dark form was easy to pick out amongst the waving fronds of the willow trees. He let out a friendly bark, trotting up behind her to loom behind her. Peering over her slender form was easy, and he could get a good look at what she was doing just by craning his neck over her shoulder. Bunch of plants, is what that was. He blinked at them, recognizing a few, but not by name. A clan of healers was helpful, sure, but he was more of a brawler by nature. "What'cha doing?" he questioned in a casual drawl, not bothering to move out of her personal space. They had cuddled it up at one point, he doubted she would be freaked out by rubbing shoulders here and there. Right?

Gods above he hoped so, otherwise she was going to hate him.

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