Herbalists' Cache Taste Of Fame

thank you for starting this! c:

Riptide's ventures for his collection of medicinal plants took him, it would seem, to opposing odds of the Teekon Wilds to pursue them, drawing him out of Stavanger Bay for days on end — though he deigned not to leave the bay until his private stores were arranged and properly buried but easily accessible before he left the Depth's potential pack lands. Since the incident on Ravenshook Cliffs he had yet to speak to the sea king though for the very life of him Riptide could still not place how exactly he knew of him, or how he'd came to be apart of his pack. Perhaps he'd been raised to be a sea witch and things simply fell into place. The spirits were silent on that when he asked them, and the very strangest part was he remembered no mother, nor any father. He knew he had no siblings but he came into being somehow. Yet, Riptide was not awfully bothered by the gaping holes in his memory. The Sea would provide for him and that was all that he needed to trust in. Well, besides the sea king, of course.

There was nothing specific he was in the search for and in this case he had left his curved strip of bark back home. His muscles were still sore, and one of the shallow abrasions from his fall had tore back open, aggravated by his inability to stay still. He had to work. He had to stock and he had to prepare. Though Doctor was also a sea witch if she was to be believed he did not intend to be lax on his given duties. The Wilds around him were a little sparse though it's cause he didn't know and though he thought it a tad strange he never thought to ask. Perhaps they had always been this way — he truly wasn't sure.

His steps slowed as he caught the sight of a russet colored female in the distance, though from the distance left between them — quite a good bit of it — he could not see specific details. A low chuff was given to announce his presence to her moments before he paused to nibble at an itch on his leg before his salmon colored tongue smoothed over the fur he'd mussed, before his fiery red-orange gaze settled upon her once more.