Herbalists' Cache these scars on scars are telling me i'm still alive

The inky man stirred from his slumber, the loud growls of his stomach waking him in the middle of a dream. Cerberus stood lazily, wobbling slightly as he blinked a few times to fully wake himself up. It was early morning, too early. He had hoped to sleep in till at least noon when it was warmer, but it appeared his stomach had other plans. Another growl rumbled from within and the young man leaned forward to stretch out his stiff legs before heading off in search of some breakfast. He didn't expect to catch anything fulfilling, but perhaps some berries would suffice his hunger. 

It took him a few minutes before he stumbled upon the patch of flowers, their beauty something he greatly admired. He bent down to sniff one but quickly pulled away when he let out a loud sneeze. It was due to this that he managed to catch the green eyed fae in the distance, and Cerberus wondered if anyone else was out and about in the area. However instead of approaching like he usually did, the inky male stayed planted in his spot and waited to see if the girl would acknowledge or ignore him.