Redhawk Caldera you're starting to look really weird, oh yeah

She was right; he did not look like much. The months he spent alone had worn him down to almost nothing, and only now was he on the mend. I'm still working on it, came his admittance, ears awkwardly panning out to the sides of his skull. Border marking; yes, he could do that, a seemingly menial task in exchange for shelter through the winter that was about to steamroll the wilds. but if you're asking if I can... pee on things, then yes.
And then came the seemingly inevitable discussion of his botanical knowledge. Toxicologist, he replies simply. I can heal with plants just as well as I can kill with them. that was a valuable skill in some way, right?