Little white flowers

Indigo knew most of the wolves in the Hallows by name by now even if they didn’t know his. Pulling the cat from Boreas next to Resin had helped him there. She knew everyone and he often caught parts and pieces of conversation. Indigo was somewhat of a recluse in his own pack, he had no inner circle or someone to specifically watch out for him like the pups might. His observant and quiet nature leant to these attributes.

Emile answered with a quiet stutter and Indigo fully understood how he felt about dead flora in the winter. His own first winter had been terrible on his mental health, but he knew the spring would come. ”Winter is hard on most plants, that’s why everything up north loses its green and goes dormant for the season.” He assumed Emile knew what winter did but he said it anyway. Indigo looked around a little. ”These weren’t very sheltered. Perhaps we can find somewhere under some trees or bushes where they might have been protected from the cold and snow.”