Larksong Grotto Geronimo

This is late sorry! @Terich-mir

For the past few days, Zaavier had been nursing his wound none stop. He was in the water, out of the water, in the water, out of the water and so on. He was sick of it! He was determined to find the Marigold -- if there was any -- and he was determined to treat his puncture wound properly. So he set off around the territory, searching up and down for any signs of newly growing Marigold. With the greenery growing back, there had to be some! Right?

After hours of searching, the coyote-like brute flopped into his side, letting his soar paws and aching shoulder rest. He groaned in frustration and just lay there as still as a log. He would find some eventually, but he feared it wouldn't be soon enough.