Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

Above all else, he couldn't help but question the purpose of the fungi that the thin wolf had fed to him. Kekoa knew very little of herbal treatments, but he did know that it made little sense to have ingested something for a small, uninfected flesh wound that would likely heal over in a few days.

However he couldn't complain much; he felt better than ever. Strong, and almost euphoric - the world was beginning to look brighter. He hadn't felt this kind of optimism since before he departed from his home.

His usual tension dissipating, Kekoa settled down in the grass. Staring down at the green underneath his feet his still tail began a slow back-and-forth motion. How was it that grass managed to grow with creatures treading over it so consistently? Did it hurt the grass, he wondered, did the grass have feelings?