this trojan horse

Is it ok if I use this thread for my Naturalist trade?

Silvermane had been spending alot of the day cleaning the bands of seaweed wrapped around his leg, which had been again covered in web. Sometime soon he had to get more of it, but obviously he could'nt go himself. He tried pushing forward, onto his leg, and then back, there was not as much pain as before, but still, there was some. He slowly limped forward, out of his den, recently organized - and hidden - so that none of the other packmates might find it, and either use it, or throw it away. He made his way forward, his front leg aloft from the ground, and every few steps, he had to place it back down. Frustrating. he thought, and decided to get something off his mind, he would search for a final ingredient to his concoction, which had included Cinnamon, Crushed nutmeg, Boiled Ginseng - which he had been preparing at the Firestone springs in his last visit - and finally, if he was lucky enough to find some, some psilocybe mushrooms, or "Sacred Mushrooms" on Silvermanes part, since they were fairly rare.

On his way out, he had been bringing some recent Nutmegs in his own mouth, so he could head, slowly, to the arrow falls, a most relaxing place, and there, he would possibly get high off of his own resources. Silvermane could file this activity in his schedule as "Practicing Medicine". Silvermane could not wait until he would be able to skilled enough to earn the proper trade of a Naturalist, so that if he was good enough, he could bring scouts to carry the amounts of goods. Perhaps, he may even start a silk road, of medicine, hallucinogenics, and food. A smart idea, he thought, this would surely allow him to create a sort of sleigh, where the packmates would carry the hunch, and he would have total control. This pack could supply others, but be paid for it in anything. Of course, if he even became a naturalist, or if his Alpha even cared for this solution. If they followed his plan, he could make sure the pack would easily endure through even the harshest winters.

Silvermane had recently limped out of his way from the center of Noctisardor bypass, his leg stiffening with dull pain whenever he set it down, but it was feeling much better than when the lunatic broke it, but as he took a break, right at the border, he saw a cocoa-colored wolf, scraping with his paws into a holly bush, "Hey!" he tried to shout, with the Nutmeg still inbetween his jaws, but he quickly set them down "The heck are you doing?!" he called, that was technically still in range of Noctisardor Territory, and this mutt was vandalizing it. Silvermane picked the nuts back up, and started to walk as quickly as possible without hurting himself towards the strange wolf.