What every Winter needs

The soft brush of Riva's plush tail against his forelimb sent a soft burst of light through his chest, thrilled to be spending time with another wolf. He missed being so close to his family, and he was still getting used to the dynamic again. Being able to track someone down and cuddle them into submission had become unfamiliar while he was travelling, and his brief stint as a loner hadn't helped much. He caught her gaze, listening intently as she explained herself. "Turning some herbs into a paste to extend their shelf life until spring"

Well, he wasn't all too familiar with that one. He continued to loom over her while she examined the spread of herbs before her. The soft hum was soothing, it brought back memories of his mothers as they tended their herb stocks or did small tasks around the den. “Your blocking out the sun you know.” she broke him out of his nostalgia with a taunting tone, and he grunted in surprise as he made a point of shuffling a few steps back. Dark paws scuffed the dirt as he settled himself into the space at her left side instead, dropping onto his haunches. "What kind of paste are you gonna make?" he asked next, lowering his crown to try and get a sniff of the assorted plants from his safe distance away.

"speech"