Shrike was on the move again. This time he was going to the Gully, searching for herbs that he could give to his brother. He had heard that there were some different herbs growing there, but when the boy arrived, well, there was a problem. A pack had moved into the gully! Shrike would mentally curse as he stood at the border, ears flicked back as he took a step back. Dammit. He would sigh softly as he looked around. Perhaps he could find herbs elsewhere? But where to look? He knew they grew all over... But what if he just brought back something that was useless? He needed someone who could help him tell what sorts of herbs they were.