Redhawk Caldera Serenity Cherry the funniest pony this side of Applewood

"Nah... the descriptions would not work for me even on a nice summer day. I would most likely find the wrong stuff, use it the wrong way and the rest would be... a history so to say," Birk shook his head, not yet quite ready to give up on trying to bribe Raven. There had to be something and he did not want to go on suffering for longer. 

Then an idea struck him. "You would help a packmate, wouldn't you?" he asked, amazed, how easy it could be. "I mean... despite my bad looks, I can still walk and do stuff. I can't get you medical stuff, but I could help your kind somehow," if the rest of the caldera folk were as decent as Raven, he might as well give the pack thing a try. "And I promise I won't run to the hills, once my wounds have healed."