Hushed Willows A Cave Of Mystery and Legend

He giggled softly at her question, a low yet pleasant honey sound. Of course he was. He could not be a fighter, he could not be a hunter and he was too young and devious to start anything with counseling. What else could he have? His delicate paws were not made for anything but running and caring for herbs. You're not mistaken. He said, looking dreamily at the roof of the cave. They needed a name for this. Something cool sounding. Something that screamed; Trick -and Grace- were here!

He watched her as he heard her moving toward him, watched her sniff at the herbs he had sorted. Was she interested in healing too? In poisons? Damn, as long as Kunkun wasn't here, they could teach each other things to defeat the braggy little girl. You seem interested in this stuff as well. He commented, letting his gaze go back to the waterfall, that was actually not making loud water noises. It was a soothing sound, almost therapeutic. Fancy building this thing up with me? He asked. It would probably take a while to get the whole cave up and running on his own, so a few more paws were welcome.