Amisun twitched a whisker at his words, finding an uncanny truth in what he’d said. Nothing keeping, and nothing pulling away. She had joined her pack out of absolute necessity, coming off a months-long broken-hearted fever dream. Now that she was a regular member of reality again she found there was nothing wrong with her pack - though she hadn’t made many strong friends, either. It was something she would look upon herself for, later. Pressing her toes into the soft earth she murmured, “Roots require time to take,” a sentiment perhaps expressed for both sets of ears.

Shifting her weight to relieve the slouch in her back (she would forgo relaxation for the sake of better posture) she tilted her head toward him, an amused smile hanging on the edge of her maw. “Good thing that you don’t mind - I can’t promise I will be the only botanist wandering these parts,” Then she paused, long enough to answer him with absolute truth. “Yes, I would do you the kindness.” It would require her to leave her home, long enough to return to the Ghastly Woods and find the One-Eyed Dragon. Time in war was precious spent. The mission to return wouldn’t benefit the River wolves at all. But she would do it, perhaps for no bigger reason other than the fact that she found his company pleasant, and it had been so very long since Amisun had made a friend.

“I will do you one more as well,” she said, turning her cheek toward the green plant she had been investigating when Kjors discovered her. “This plant is called solomon’s seal. Eat the stalk when you have fractured your bone. Chew the root into a paste to heal bloody wounds. The leaves will cause you stomach ache, and the berries will serve you worse.” It was no crash course in healing, but it was a useful bit of information. No matter where the wolf goes, trouble will follow. It was a useful spit of information to recall for some purpose or another.

Her heart soared to see her advice did not go blindly listened to. She kept a keen eye on the male as he inspected the plant, perusing its features with care. Amisun had offered her expertise freely and it was of his own will that he could decide whether or not he intended to recall what she’d said. His effort was reward enough, if not the fact that might have armed him with some small scrap of knowledge that could prove useful some day.

With a simple smile she returned the pressure of his nudge, leaning ever slightly into his touch. A single word brought her smile to wane slightly, drooping at the corners while she tilted her head, confused. Indebted. It was not her intention. He asked her consider what sort of payment he could deliver, but after a pause the she-wolf could only roll her tawn-furred shoulders in a shrug. “Then don’t consider kindness a debt,” she teased, although truly she meant it. Ami would never aspire to make shackles of her advice, and was determined to be sure Kjors couldn’t fasten his own chains either.

“Truly, though, I have nothing to ask of you,” she responded with a wry smile. What could a wolf like her want, anyway? She had safety, and the potential to turn it into a home. She even had a friend, she thought remarkably, letting her gaze settle upon the dark-coated wolf’s singular eye. Her dark lips pulled back to reveal a toothy grin. ”Except, perhaps, that you do not make yourself a stranger.” Amisun could not dawdle long, not while the scent of the cedarwood sat so loosely in her guard hairs. She was too knew to be disappearing. Yet, she hoped dearly this wouldn’t be the last of their time together forever.

Despite herself, having often refused to find in another’s misfortune, a playful smile formed a crooked line on her muzzle as she frustrated the dragon. It did not compute, what she had said of debts, and it did not surprise her - that was the nature of, well, nature. But Ami stood firm about it, refusing to create chains of her own word. At the very least she could argue that they were self inflicted, if she wanted.

Luckily it turned out to be unnecessary. His nod was curt as she would expect from him, but her tawny tail gave a few sweeps across the grey forest floor in response. Kjors stepped closer and she tilted her cheek toward him in response, meeting his one-eyed gaze with a comfort she would’ve never expected even a short while ago. Flower, he called her, and a curious smile grew as she wondered why - perhaps because she often was stickin’ her nose in them to find an ailment’s cure?

“I’ll be around,” she said with a coy shrug, unable to help her humor. The matter of fact was that her appearance around these dim woods again was likely enough. Plants grew wherever they wanted, and it so happened that there were species of her liking lining the path to his den. That was fate, she decided, but she wasn’t calling on intervention. Of course, there was always the matter of her den, and the packland that surrounded it. What would happen if Kjors found her was a bigger question, but Ami wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to tempt the answer.

“We live in the Cedarwood,” she said, referring to herself and those unknown packmates she trusted herself to close her eyes around. ”Come by some time. You might like it.” The she-wolf accompanied her suggestion with an idle smile, though it was betrayed by the slightest twitch of her brow. Dragons were an authority of her own, she realized, but her home was as good as any, even if it was only temporary. Would she deny that the tension hung in the air like electricity before the lightning strike? Certainly not. But it was easy to ignore, and nothing had happened yet, and she could make nearly any excuse to find herself in his magnetic company again.

But she couldn’t make an excuse for her prolonged absence. Especially if she turned up empty handed. She was still too new, still a flight risk, still a beacon of possible betrayal if she didn’t pull her weight and remain present. At least, that was the guilt that had found its anchor in her heart finally, one that prompted her to shift her weight uneasily. A reluctant silence preluded the next words she murmured. ”I should return head back that way.”