Sleeping Dragon there should be stars for great wars like ours

It seemed as though the Heda wished for him to fetch the herbs that would assist the young pup in his trial, and in that same breath, the unfamiliar female wished to follow him. While the halfling was a private individual, he nodded his head to the other aspiring healer and darted away from the presence of their leader without another word, assuming that she would follow closely behind. His spindly legs carried him across the pack land with ease until he had reached the cave that he called his own. Without much word, Gluska motioned with a quick toss of his muzzle in the direction of the chamomile, though it would have been easy to scent. Assuming that she would gather this, he gripped the thyme in his jaws and scurried out of the hole with a bounce in his step. It was not likely that the female would have had enough time to notice his collection of eyeballs that lined the walls in strange locations, and a vast array of other peculiar body parts.
 
Once he had arrived back to the Heda, the cadaverous creature dropped the herbs outside the den and breathed heavily, turning his skull to see if the pale woman was following shortly behind him. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but Glu found himself morbidly curious to know if the herbs would actually harm the child or not. Fate would only tell.