Rebirth

He was only watching at first, watching as the white wolf--whose pelt was not only a stark contrast to his, but also stuck out blatantly against the field--planted her mysterious plants and flowers. The only thing he recognized was boneset, and that was because he often used it on himself during his travels. For some reason the cold didn't like him, so on particularly cold weeks he'd sometimes gain a weak fever and sniffling. Boneset was common and recognizable enough that he could eat some on the go.

After the stranger seemed to be finished their work, they went to the river. He had also been at the river, although a bit farther west of it, and was actually taking a break by drinking from it. When he saw the stranger come to the river as well, it was enough to tempt him to introduce himself, which is exactly what he was going to do. But just as he was nearing the other side of the river, the wolf--close enough to be identified as a she-wolf--tripped in the water and became covered in mud. “Oh--are you alright?” He remained on the other side of the river, wanting to keep a respectable distance so as not to upset her.