It has been a great day for Erin. Any day with Ylva is a great day but after the initial frustration of not being able to help with picking mushrooms (Erin spent this time as an extremely talkative basket, y'know, eventually full of mushrooms) there was so much more to just do together. Drying the mushrooms, something Erin hadn't done before, had been shockingly fun and fulfilling for her and even now she's contemplating talking to Daisy about getting an herb garden going for their house. They'd had the chance to play fetch, lounge around in the soft grasses, and eventually Erin followed through on her promise of hobo pies, cooked to filling perfection beneath the coals of a small outdoor fire.

Now it's late. Erin's sweaty, and a little achy, and feeling glorious. She undresses for bed while Ylva is taking care of the last of the evening business outside, down to just her panties as is her habit, and gets herself cozy on the rather lovely collection of pillows, furs, and blankets that is her wildflower's bed. It's been a good day...could it get better?

...Yeah, yeah actually it could.

"Welcome back," Erin purrs when Ylva gets back inside; one finger trails idly over her bare breast, inviting the wolf to get an eyeful. "Feelin' sleepy, wildflower? 'cause I really could stay up a bit longer..."