Blackfoot Forest A Strong Mind, But Weak Heart

Looking for gaining a thread for the counselor trade, anyone welcome to help

Samuel had been thinking lately about his life choices, what did he want to do? He was already in a pack, a nice pack and made a few friends. He was pretty happy with himself, but he felt a strive to be better. If he had no use, what good was he? So, in turn, he would strive to obtain a trade, whether it was fighting or treating wounds, outriding or just speaking; he would take one up.

However, that was for another day. He quietly sat in Lover's Grove, observing the blooming flowers. Their color represented the rich blood that went around in everything living, while the pink represented the sunrises and sunsets of the days. Observing them closely, he leaned forward to smell one of them, the sweet aroma intoxicating him softly.

He sighed breathlessly, smiling gently and withdrawing his plump nose from the bud.