Bearclaw Valley i speak for the trees

Rhonen tried to stay far away from any babies. Truly he did. He did not want angry mothers after his rear end. Today he was carrying the newest batch of herbs. Some flowers he saw his mother collect. Sage he thought it was called it was used for a few things that he knew of. And he was anxious to become a healer and as such he wanted to learn as much as possible. He kinda wished his mom was here. 

A noise nearby caught him off guard and he turned towards it. The voice was young, reedy. Not quiet strong enough yet. Though his ears swiftly went ot his head  at the cry of something. Rhonen nosed forward slowly. Curious. Ice blues falling on the child as it attacked the leaf. a small smile. Though he was careful not to drop his bundle.