The man had been rather busy as of late -- not to mention concerned after the lithomancy reading.
Humans. Coming here? He swallowed, again starting to sort the herbs in the cache. He should start a garden to show the growing pups what plants are what and where to find them. He thought it was valuable for any wolf to know what helps and what can kill.
Toxicology he saw as an aid to a medic and botanist. If there is a poisonous plant near a den, a pup could eat it and could kill them easily. He'd never, however, use the knowledge for bad. Which most wolves did.
He shook his head softly, smiling to himself as he worked. His work always brightened his mood.
He just wished Elve came back.
Helios is a sore loser, but he does not shun his younger sibling. It just proves that he has much to learn if he cannot best the smallest of the bunch. Perhaps his illness, too, is worse than he thought, or Zephyr is blessed with superpowers.
Regardless, lately, the two siblings have been glued to each other’s sides. Helios finds comfort in it, eventually starting to prefer Zephyr’s company over being alone as per usual. This time, it is the older of the duo trailing after the younger. Zephyr ahead, and Helios does not deny following.
Their exploring, however, is interrupted coming across a member of Swiftcurrent Creek… an adult that Helios has seen on occasion but never cared to greet or introduce himself. « Do you know who that is? » The raven boy asks Zephyr in French.