Ocean's Breath Plateau My hair is the color of cheetos right now, and I will take no questions.

his brows drew together in concentration as he purused the young man's wares. plants, more plants—he'd never been an herbalist—and the foot of a—

rabbit paw, adi murmured, pressing the thing with his muzzle. some say it's good luck.

he pulled away and shook his head, giving the wolf a sympathetic look. i'm sorry, bachcha—i've never been good with plants, he explained. if you find a healer, they might help you more.

with a sigh, he let his muzzle fall upon his forepaws once more, gaze drifting far from the current scene.