Nimbus Summit Now I'm just killin snakes

He had spotted it, a small bushel of chervil nestled in the crook of a great oak tree. "Ahh, there you are." He said softly to himself, happy with his find. The man uprooted the herb, scratching away the leaves to separate it from the all important root. It was short, fat, stocky and numerous. A pair of chervil planted itself nearby, Rye wasted no time to dig those up as well. The man breathed, soaking his nostrils in the ethereal scent of freshly dug dirt, the gritty texture irritated his nose just right. After brushing the dirt from the roots, Rye tucked them away in his medical pouch and continued on.

It was barely a moment later when he heard the patters of a wolf approaching, the epsilon turned to see who and heard a soft greeting. They knew his name and Rye recognized them from somewhere. From before the move, it was decided for him. "Well, it is nice to meet you Antha, I would be very grateful for your company," He smiled, speaking honestly. "I've been looking for Chervil root and Nettle leaves. Birthing season is nearly here and as an aspiring midwife, I know I will be busy." He laughed, although internally he was a bit worried. If all the women of the pack became pregnant he'd likely be up every night to check on the mothers but it was his passion, to help bring forth the next generation. He owed it after all.