Herbalists' Cache Insomniac

The sea born walked on broken and scabbed paws, but he was healing. The sting added a new saltness everytime he walked, but it wasn't pressing. He needed some air.

He found himself heading towards a place he knew to be herbs. There wouldn't be many as of yet, but perhaps he could sniff out where they were going to grow.

Imagone hia surprise when a new fave was among the small cache of herbs.

He shifted and chuffed for their attention.