Ready For Apple Cider

As Abby approached she heard the crackling of fire and as she sat by the woman she felt it's warmth. Was she preparing tea? Abby tried to determine this by scent, but even though her other sense had sharpened with the sudden loss of sight, it was too difficult for her to determine. She didn't need to wonder to much longer, as the other wolf explained for her. "Good for colds, right? At least the symptoms." A wise choice, given the changing of seasons. She could feel the cold wind at her back, maybe a bit more than desired as she still had chunks of fur missing that had yet to grow back. Who knew plants could be so voracious?

"What will you use it in?" she asked, the scent of the wine hitting her nostrils as the crafter poured it into a bowl. "And is it alright if I help?" She asked, her uncertain tone making it clear she was prepared to be turned down. She'd been feeling too useless, too stagnant for her liking.