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Sherigrim craved knowledge. He loved to apply it, too. In his mind, knowledge was power, as knowledge could be between survival or death. To not know any healing could easily spell death through a range of problems: infection, disease, blood loss. It could make or break a pack and pack was family. 

"Huh. That's pretty awesome. I wonder what else it could do." Was too much toxic? Did it grow berries or flowers in summer? This cave was definitely going to be a source of entertainment and learning for him. Alas, toxicology required a specimen. A volunteer. When testing new substances, it could spell death. Sherigrim loved the critical danger that came with each new find, the chances taken. Of course, he'd never force someone to help him with his experiments, neither asked. He'd once found a berry bush and eaten what was probably far too many berries and was rather sick. The bad side to toxicology, he supposed. But he gained knowledge from it. "I wonder if anything else grows here, I'm sure something is sure to sprout."