Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

Oh oh oh oh! Thank God. Forest. Glorious. Glorious forest. At long last. It was nice to finally see something green again. Kero stepped one foot beneath the bows of that first tree and breathed in that sweet scent of forest sap. Deep breath. In. Out. It was a wonderful thing trees. So wonderful, in fact, he could practically kiss the very tree before him. Sweet. Sweet tree. 

Kero lowered his head, placing the flat of his crown against it. He leaned into the bark, feeling the solidarity of the trunk before him. It was real. There was something of relief in him as he realized he was getting closer to the mountains. Mountains meant more trees. Trees meant life and vegetation. All things he was familiar with and held dear now that he'd spent far too many days in the frozen tundra. 

Leaving that tree behind, Kerosene slunk further into these woods. He found another tree and leaned against it, sinking into the bark until he sat against it. His back to the trunk, he pressed his eyes closed and listened to the woods around him. A rustle in the leaves above him spoke of life. A broken twig. The cry of crow. He'd missed this. Now that he had it back, he was content to revel in it for as long as it took to feel back at home.