Stone Circle sychid thrum

While he'd only been on bed rest for a little under a week, the male was already feeling much more himself. Being on a strict regiment of herbs - enchinacea and sage, for the most part - and taking long, deep breaths had gone a long way toward clearing the gunk from his lungs, though he was still easily winded and often succumbed to coughing fits. His ribs were healing more slowly, but the swelling had gone down with his rest, and that seemed a promising enough sign.

Today, he was in the meadow around the standing stones, picking through the snow and shrubs in search of more herbs. Since Keoni's passing, he'd been gathering up a small store, not quite sure anyone else had stepped up into the mantle of healer. Whatever the case might be, he'd be keeping his new family (read: himself and Poppy) in good health. And any other sick packmates he could help, of course.

As he wandered, he hoped he'd see @Poppy or @Steph around. Rest might be helpful, but it was dreadfully boring, and lonely to boot. Seeing one of his favorite girls would go a long way toward improving his day.