Deepwood Weald Oh, and she never gives out

She held out a paw, and he hid bit back a smile. He lifted his head and looked her over with practiced green eyes. He was a fool at times, but he knew his herbs well. He was already figuring out the best things to put on her. She only needed Thyme for a few things, everything else could be covered in aloe and webs.


HE settled to haunches and tilted his head. Nowhere and everywhere. I'm a wandering trader, healer, story teller. I ply my trade at the entrances of pack lands. I trade for rest, meat, other things. He shrugged a broad shoulder.