Herbalists' Cache Rocky start

@Eloise here we go! Sorry this is probably a bit short and rusty.

After spending the entirety of the winter mainly alone he'd come out almost unscathed. Aside from being underweight from the near constant traveling and having a few new scars the young man looked healthier than he ever had. His secret? Would remain so for the time being if not forever. Valour wasn't proud of the choices made the past few seasons but he'd wanted to stay alive more than he wanted to stay a good man. The decision to return home had been one he'd pondered for months after his reunion with Kynareth had proven he wasn't ready. Nightmares, self introspection, drugs, violence and a lot of self confidence gained had brought him to the conclusion that he was being an idiot wandering the lands alone when his heart and interests lay behind him in Teekon. 


Now he wasn't too sure it was a good idea to return. 
The russet agouti sat chewing up Aloe and wild garlic dreading the stomach he'd have from the little bit he would wind up absorbing and swallowing. He had tufts of fur torn out and scratches everywhere from having lost his footing on a cliff winding up tumbling through stone, dirt and landing in a patch of brambles which of course had thorns. Never having been able to learn much more about medicine than he'd gotten from Serem and that one other lady who's name he forgot, all he could remember was the toxic remedy he was currently beginning to lick into the scratches he could reach on his flank. There was some on his shoulders, his face as well, areas he couldn't reach which he realized wasn't good at all. He grumbled to himself, too quietly to be heard coherently. He'd gotten so many infections from simple wounds that he knew he'd need to find someone to pester about helping him because he was sure to find himself feverish and half dead within the next few months otherwise "Damnit."