Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

”I’m that bad, huh?” he chuckled. He knew he’d been known to complain. Or at least make his disdain for a situation known. He was too tired for that now, though. And the cool forest floor did feel nice on his back. 

He figured it’d be easier for Phobos to get them like this, anyway. 

”I’ll be aight like this. My paws are killin’ me, anyway.”