Totoka River you requested it, so we rewind

The weather this night was refreshing, reminding the man of the weather of his homelands. It was a thing that he missed, at times, when his frustration with this new world mounted; other times, he reveled in the freedom placed at his paws, despite the small band of wolves he and his brother had seemed to collect thus far. Little @Miwa, then @Meadow, along with @Akai and @Minah. Truthfully, he was a bit surprised that he and @Solpallur had ended up with so many, but the presence of them was comforting.

Tonight was a night stricken out alone, following the river to see what resources it had to offer. A few times, he would stop and note the plantlife, seeing what was here that would assist him in his role as a healer. After the incident with the wayward child that had hit her head, Stjornuati was reminded that he needed to start his collections so that he remained prepared even in the hardest of times.

There was no surprise when he happened upon the bathing shewolf, and no shame as he stood to watch, curious over he unique markings and the way she picked at a wound until the scab tore away. The cut, of course, beaded blood as the site was traumatized again. A soft tch of his tongue against his teeth was made, calling out to her in somewhat judgemental interest. Sárið getur ekki gróið þannig. In this moment, he did not care if she understood him or not.