here in death valley

Today he was not searching for herbs, but instead crafting materials. Things that would not rot while he sought out a suitable trade for their worth. He'd heard rumour that this was a perfect spot to begin his hunt. Broad paws struck the weathered terra with little regard for silence as he approached the archaic battleground. Massive skull hung low between powerful shoulders, magenta gaze sweeping the ground ahead of himself for something interesting. Beneath the shelter of a rusted metal skeleton, a few assorted bottles were scattered. Most of them broken beyond repair, but one of them was in mostly good condition. The rich green of it made it nearly impossible to see inside, especially under the shade of the weathered contraption above it.

Carefully, he reached out with one paw and began to roll it into the light. He was cautious not to slice open his paw on the scattered shards of glass all around it. That was an injury he'd do well to avoid at the moment. He could store some of his tonics in there for later use. Tucking it carefully against one of the wheels of this strange, ancient beast, he surveyed the spot again. Perhaps there was another one in similar condition.