Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

She came into his little sanctuary. Trick greeted her with a charming smile, one of a proud man. He was too happy right now to plan anything devious. He had dreamed of a place like this ever since he saw his real mother caring for the wounded. She had taught him some, but only the basics, for soon after they were all murdered by the pack of Odin. Flush those dark days through the toilet, he thought as he watched the yearling admire the place. She carried with her a creature stripped of it's soul, stripped of his life. Yeck, how he hated dead animals. If he could, he would become a plant eater for the rest of his life. Though, for some reason, he didn't care much for dead wolves.

Indeed it is. He returned, his eyes wondering off to the waterfall that he found the most beautiful. This would be perfect for a caregiver, don't you think? He commented, her not knowing that he wanted to be one, and him not knowing that she wanted to be one. He made his way to the herbs he had laid down on the rock, picked them up and walked back to the ridges. There, he placed them, both separated, on the lowest ridge. The start of his store. Wow.