Herbalists' Cache duskwood

Hush snorted. You don't know the half of it. He thought to himself. Most wolves didn't, save for those mute like him. But after awhile it became a part of his life. Sure, a part of his life that he could not escape, but a part of his life nonetheless.

He too, preferred silence, not because it was a large part of his life, but because of how it made him feel. He felt at peace in the quiet, listening to the things around him that weren't chatterboxes. He watched, quietly as he always did, as Gluskap picked out herbs in the forest, silently trailing the healer like a shadow as they wove through the darkened forest.