Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

phobos and pepper kept mostly to themselves. today, though, the red-furred boy traveled past one of them alone, poking around at a scant patch of greenery. curious, he diverted his path and drew alongside phobos, cocking his head in query.

what you be lookin' for? lafayette asked him, a smile curving his muzzle. he knew some wolves were healers and herbalists; perhaps this man was of the same ilk—

and while lafayette didn't have the greatest interest in the intricacies of medicine, he still wanted to learn more about his packmate—who had been mostly unknown to him up 'til now.

he sat respectfully to the side, enjoying the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ghost of aromatics.