Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

”Look man, whatever ya need. I could go for a bite myself, anyway.” 

The wolf also looked like he could use food. He was scrawny, which Pepper wasn’t used to seeing. Wolves in his pack either bulked up or got out. His dad would never tolerate anything like what was in front of him. 

Pepper didn’t know why the wolf wanted the log moved, but he seemed to just want to roll it, which wouldn’t be too difficult given the thing looked rotted past its prime. 

He stepped forward, pressing his shoulder to it, and gave it a firm push. He could feel his legs flaring up with full pain like they did, but worked through it. Eventually, it did give. The log itself wasn’t heavy, but it was embedded into the loose ground, and the dirt thudded with snapping roots as it moved. 

He huffed a few deep breaths, visibly exhausted. 

”Alright. That’s done.”