Dragoncrest Cliffs girl, with an accent of blood

I'm so sorry about the wait, but thank you so much for the thread! I love Eske.

Hux has decided that he will pursue the option of herbs and plants as his specialty, after all. He has gleaned a new inspiration from his encounter with Portia and has been working hard ever since. Today, he gathers poppies. They are an essential remedy for pain, and as pain is a common and inevitable occurance for nearly every wolf at some point in life, he searches diligently. It is nearly time for poppies to stop blooming -- the flowers open in Spring and cease to bloom in midsummer, so he hurries through the territory, gathering as much as he possibly can.

Soon, there is an interruption to his focus and his work. He looks up just in time to spot a dark woman marking a tree, and he watches with gentle eyes as she sooths her shoulder with a few licks. His tail waves like a white banner; he has not met her before. Dropping his mouthful of poppy stems carefully between his paws, a soft chuff escapes Hux's lips, hoping to alert her of his presence.

"Hey," he says in his soft way.