Sometimes it bothered him, actually. Sometimes he'd be asleep in his den or cozied up with a nice warm meal and he'd hear her say his name, or just some boring word like herb. Why did she like herbs so much? Did he like herbs? The more he thought about it, the more he had thought maybe he did like herbs. Sure, leaves and all that. If she liked them, he should too. But still, sometimes he swore he'd hear her but no, the wind simply sounded like - musical, choiral when the birds and the crickets sang. Then the snow had come and the winds had swept across the fields...he'd definitely heard her then: get your ass here! Actually, it sounded more like his mother but it was the intent that mattered. He'd been awful - so rude! - to stay away so long.

But now he was in the middle of a pack that had barely a reputation of being welcoming to strangers let alone intruders. And then from behind there had to be some forsaken beast! It crashed! It thundered! And then the bear spoke his name just as a most pathetic whimper of defeat had slipped his lips - only to be disguised with a sudden cough. "Oh...god..bea...Samia." He cleared his throat then, straightening up a little jerkily as he did his best to flash his award winning grin. He was almost glad when she looked straight to his paws despite her sudden frustration. "No, no, it's okay. Didn't you know? My family is renown for an exceptional resistence to sickness!" Of course she didn't know. Not only because he had always been damn good at keeping his family to himself but, well, that was never a thing. He was sure his mother had been sick, just as his father and aunty had suffered the sneezes and shakes from time to time. Everybody did...just not Israfel, but that was because he had the warmth and glory of Samia to bask in. The perfect cure, duh.

He still followed like a fool though, his tongue practically on the verge of hanging out like some mindless...frog. In fact, he felt so stupid that he practically ran into her when she had suddenly turned and returned - she was fast (of course, because she had been constructed from pure imagination and dreams and placed into a physical vessel) and he had turned into some drone on autopilot: when she had dashed off, he had tracked in her paw prints with such precision that it appeared as if they had moved as one. That took time though, time enough for her to fetch her herbs - that he definitely liked the smell of - and return.

"Did you know," he began then as he cleared his throat, taking quite the effort to lean over and scarf the leaves and stem down, "that this is probably the best tasting thing I've ever had?" His brows lifted up then as he rose to meet her once more, his chest a little puffed and posture in such a way that he just looked so at ease despite his eyes darting to the woodlands every several seconds. "I feel healthier already - if that were possible. I'm honored to receive the care and attention of Moladion's best healer. The kings and queens of this place would cry in envy had they known you had soiled your paws just to tend to me!" He grinned, an almost mischevious grin as he held back the aftertaste of hell in his mouth.