Herbalists' Cache gloom days

@Black Hawk @Blackfell

the rogue was drawn by the scents of pack wolves. men, women, pregnant women. young girls, a young boy. life fostered here and he was curious to see for his eyes.

it was the first group he’d come upon in months that had something to offer: food. he could hear the great bellowing creatures and salivated at the mouth, tempted to go in and bring one down for himself. perhaps an injured cow, or a weak, old bull.

tariq creeps; paws going soft through the brush, muscles twitching beneath a slate pelt.