Herbalists' Cache i who have always been unbecoming am becoming un

his discovery of this cache is unintentional, letting his paws carry him from the glacier idly. lately things have been on his mind that usually aren't: his past, his family, him. perhaps samaantine's depature has torn a new hole in his heart despite all he'd like himself to believe. 

no matter. he is not well versed in plants -- knows enough for a patch job -- knows what those colorful bulbs of orangey gold represent. impassively samothes watches the stranger's mouth close around the flower, feels his own throat flex empathetically. leave it, a part of his mind he's learned to ignore demands. "escaping, are we," he murmurs instead, creeping into view with a well practiced smirk.