Herbalists' Cache From chance to providence

He hadn't slept that night. Goober could say that he hadn't done so because he was restless, but that would not have been the truth. He had slept in the day before until well after midday, and it had made it impossible to sleep that night. In lieu of sleep, Goober had wandered around. He knew that, eventually, he would join up with a pack, but he was in no rush to do so. There were enough scraps to be found that he could make it work, and his ever-so-chipper outlook on life meant that he wouldn't be falling into depression anytime soon.

Goober continued on until he came across somebody who looked like she'd just woken up. It wasn't the least bit surprising, considering the time of day, and he bounded up to her without a hint of reservation. "Good morning!" he greeted cheerily, tail wagging and tongue lolling out (like it so often was).