Herbalists' Cache Was scream “Please don’t call 9-1-1!”

There were more wolves than he had initially realized in these wilds. He was fast becoming wide eyed to this fact. It was both nice and a bit disconcerting, when he in fact didn't want to really be around anyone. But he was not always kind to strangers. They made him nervous and jumpy. Especially right now in his weakened state. Anyone could take advantage of it and he wasn't much of a fighter anyway. A lover more so. Something he got from his father, (not that he would know this).


A she wolf stared at him as if he had offended her somehow and she refused to get closer. Of all the audacity. He looked down at his chest and paws. Did he look that bad....he frowned....well yes sort of he supposed.

He shook his head. 'eart sick. Grief sick. You can't be gettin' dis. It won't 'urt you. Not pasable.

His bad luck maybe, it might be. But who really knew how such mystique work.