Herbalists' Cache What a find

"True," he agreed politely, dipping his muzzle in deference. Though not completely clueless on the subject of herbs, he had forgotten about the possibility of them spoiling with time, or, in this case, bad keeping. Herb-gathering would have given them something to do, and now he stood here awkwardly, blinking at her.

He laughed gently as she spoke of Grayday, nodding along with her words. "He's not doing too badly, all things considered," Shale chuckled. "Perhaps better than I'd be doing, under the circumstances."

He gave a gentle hum as he moved to sit beside her, amber eyes taking in the scenery as they rested in silence for a little while. A sudden thought came to his mind, maybe thinking of the last conversation he'd had with Grayday regarding Pema, and he looked over at her, a rueful smile coming to his face.

"Planning on visiting Murdock, now that we live closer to Easthollow?" He wondered whether he ought to visit his older brother; it had been a couple moons, and Shale was curious to see how the man had fared this winter.