Stone Circle the house was awake, the shadows the monsters

the night before, leo contemplated with himself. he felt useless. hunting was the only thing he could offer to the easthollow wolves, which was fine, but he wanted to do more. his thoughts drifted to asterr, and how she helped him in his time of need. he wanted to give that back to someone else, so he decided he would take a shot at healing.

that morning, leo awoke early in search of herbs. he didn’t know what to specifically look for, but he kept his eyes peeled for anything that stood out. the camomile that dispersed in tiny groups here and there interested him, so he plucked them from the ground one by one in a careful manner. the man didn’t know whether or not they were useful, but he would bring them back to his den anyways.