Emile was on a mission today. He was going to take some of the little white flowers he'd noticed in the plains and plant them near where he was staying in the castle. The first step of course was to find them, which was proving a little bit harder than he'd first thought. It probably didn't help that one of the season's flurries had started up and while the snow wouldn't stick around too long it did make trying to find the little white flowers hard... especially ones that were still alive and thriving. He scraped at the ground, a frown creasing his brow as it resisted his attempts to move it, the stem of this plant had looked fine but was now visibly more brittle than he wanted. The snow wasn't quite cold enough yet to drive him back into the shelter and instead, the boy sat with a huff, the wind already starting to ease and he knew the snow would soon also leave... but would it leave any of the flowers untouched? "Speech"

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Indy was out patrolling, whenever his mind went in dark directions the boy made himself move. Patrolling, exploring, gathering, whatever he could do to keep his body moving so he didn’t stop and begin to think about where he was. The days crawled by, every day without Asla was difficult, but he was holding himself together for her. For their eventual reunion. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, it helped to keep him focused on the present and not the past or the future. He was stronger when he was in the present.

As he walked Indigo caught sight of one of the Hallows pups, a boy he hadn’t talked to but knew had aspirations to be a healer. He forced a grin on his face and approached slowly, noticing the flower stems at his paws. ”Hey, Emile.” He greeted softly for how massive he was. ”What are you doing?”

The boy would not be left to ponder the conundrum for too long, the big purple man he'd seen at the healers meeting appeared, calling out his name and the boy lifted his gaze, he knew they'd all exchanged names at the meeting but was a little preoccupied uncertain what it was and screwed up his face for a moment as he racked his memory. Then shrugged it off, deciding to answer the question regardless. "I was h-h-h-h...oping to collect some of ththththese flowers... but the snow killed most of them." The boy frowned, gesturing at the frozen flora. He scraped at the ground at the base of a stem uselessly, the ground still quite cold and unyielding before his attempts. "Speech"

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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.”