((Tomie is gonna be trying to salvage some herbs but anyone can jump in to do whatever, they don't need to join her in that activity specifically XD))

Deep dark paws were dusted in snow white, due to well... The snow. Tomie was gently digging away at the snow near the base of one of the fallen stones. It wasn't quite as deep there, the wind having not quite yet blown it into all the cracks and crevasse and she was hoping she might find something useful. Especially after the whole thing on the mountain with the small girl. Listen just because she didn't like being here or these wolves or anything about the whole thrall situation, didn't mean she wanted to just ignore a hurt wolf in front of her. Maybe she wasn't quite as cold as she often appeared. Or maybe she was just bitter about the whole thrall thing still. Her mother had humbled herself and the black man had still been an asshole about it. Asshole!

Tomie's glare was ever present even as she gently scraped away at the snow layer, ice blues searching for something, anything of use. Winter was a terrible time to be trying to do this, to start a herb store but she didn't exactly have a choice now did she? Maybe if she was lucky she'd find something. But honestly she didn't exactly trust her luck.  

"Tomie"

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Snow and stones. Bylgja moved with her axe strapped to her side, now; she carried it and the backstrap with an elegance that one may not expect, given her powerful, scraggly frame. The bulky wolf couldn't help but keep looking at the axe. More than once, she'd taken it from her back to admire the shape, the angle of the blade. She has been doing her share of fighting preparation -- now she needs to work on her healing, and that means finding herbs, finding materials for poultices. Her jaw set, Bylgja comes up upon the right side of the wolf that's digging in snow. She speaks in her strong, accented tone, and it leaves her with a strength and boisterousness that carries great warmth, despite her scarred face, despite her axe, despite the killing power that's clear in her frame. "Any herbs by that stone?" A flash of teeth, and Bylgja began to search as well, nosing through snow and investigating around the other side of a standing stone. "Plenty around. Just matter of finding them." "Bylgja"

There was a characteristic crunch to paws on, or in, snow and Tomie was ready to ignore whoever was approaching her. Give them her usual glare if they decided to ignore the "leave me alone" vibes she hoped she was exuding. Or that had been the plan, but as a heavy accent reached her ears and Tomie turned to look at the woman who was deciding to intrude on her time, she found her face didn't listen to her intention. It was an older woman, her body speaking of a life of battle and though she was smaller than Tomie there was something in her that led Tomie to believe she was facing down a warrior who could, and would, easily take Tomie down if she had to. And for the first time in her life, though she'd been passively aware of it on some level for most of her life, Tomie realized she absolutely found women attractive. Only took her until the last season before she was a full fledged adult, but hey she hadn't exactly had what most would consider a "typical" childhood or teenage years, socialization hadn't exactly been a thing before now.

All of which was to say when she turned icy blues towards the older woman the glare had dissolved to be replaced with open gaping. Gay panic. She didn't know the term but anyone familiar would have recognized it. Tomie was much too guarded as a rule for her open, somewhat adoring, staring to last long though and she snapped her jaw shut with a snap, forcing her gaze back down to her paws as she felt her stomach go funny and some heat rushing to her face. Luckily it seemed the woman was moving away and Tomie kept her head ducked as she fought to keep any of what had just crashed through her from showing more than it already had. "Nothing yet." She said quietly, not finding it in herself to be much louder than the minimum needed to make sure the woman could hear her. What was wrong with her? Normally she hated the accent several of the wolves here shared, the black man and his sibling, that weird little one in particular who didn't seem to be comfortable with the common tongue the way their siblings were and yet, for reasons she was doing her very best to ignore, she found it quite pleasant coming from the older woman. "Worried most of it didn't survive the cold." Paws scraped the snow again and she snorted as a frost rimmed and browned grass started to peek through. Tomie was not normally social outside of her mother and sister... What was she doing?

"Tomie"

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