Nimbus Summit Now I'm just killin snakes

For any knowingly/Unknowingly pregnant wolves of the pack! Feel free to presume Rye has at least met your toon, if you wish it. And also for anyone going for medic/midwife trade!

Cloud cover and snow hampered his plans for that moring, the Hotah intended to collect more herbs for the coming summer months. Breeding season was upon them, the father could smell the difference in the air for quite some time and it made him wonder who, if any, of the Summit was expecting. The instinctual urge to sire offspring was heady but Rye kept his thoughts neatly bundled and focused on the list of herbs he required. Namely, Borage leaves for fevers and milk supply, Chervil Root to keep away, or treat, infections, and finally Nettle leaves, to ease swelling. Thus far his supply was lacking, Rye wanted a good pouchful of each but Chervil root and Nettle leaves were proving to be laborious to find. 

As morning hours waned into afternoon light, the clouds stubbornly remained but the snow had ceased, so Rye seized the hour to start his search for the elusive herbs. Taking the scent from his personal herbs cache, the hotah set off to scour just past the packs boarders. Hoping to return with his medical pouch bursting.