Lyric wanted to both find medicinal herbs and time out from Abaven, these little isolation trips from his pack were becoming more frequent as time passed. He just wanted to work on his problems, on the grieving heart he still carried. It was dumb to being like this still, after being told he was loved. Beat,Twig and Theory always made him feel like that. But recovering was an slow process, even slower than any wound or burn. Mental heatlh was harder to fix.

He walked alone, not even accompanied by Lola. He had told her to wait home for him, that she could rest. He didn't want to exploit his only friend. A friend that wasn't even a wolf. He didn't have any, none as he hasn't given opportunities nor given the first step himself.

He sighed as he reached now the frozen pools, with the roots to the bottom with some frost. It could be a dangerous trip down, but he had no choice. He needed the rare herbs below if there were any. And like that with a lot of care he reached the natural greenhouse.

"Talk"

This place sort of reminded Rudy of home, not their new home but where he had been born.  Sure, it was different in a lot of ways but the pools of water reminded him of simpler times and they seemed to be ice instead of water.  The motley grey yearling stepped into one of the pools testing the thickness of the ice.  The ice cracked and he pressed harder until it broke clear and he lowered his head to drink in some of the biting cold water.  It was even colder here than it was in the hallows.  This felt like a never-ending journey and he couldn’t even find any excitement in telling his family about it later.  He could only find pleasure in that if mom lived.  What if this was all worthless? What if Gwynn was wrong and she’d already died?  What if someone else had found a cure and they were all fine but wondering about him?  There was a lot of ‘what-if's and the majority were bad in one form or another. The frozen water continued downward and what would normally be a relatively easy trek down was a lot more dangerous with all the frozen water coating the ridges.  Rudy took his time going further down and after a bit a scent and then a form came into view.  Another wolf? Caution, hope, and relief warred inside of himself. “Hey,” the boy called out as he picked up his pace.  Luck was eternally on Rudyard's side.  Twice he nearly fell on the icy rocks but instead just slipped his way to the bottom and even managed to land on his feet.  Rudy missed home. “Are you a healer or do you know any?” "Rudyard"

Lyric's eyes showed affliction, concern about his future, about if there would be one at all. He didnt though he would die sooner or anything, but he felt uncertain and with pessimms about his skills, about his abilities. He couldnt save his father and mother, how then he will save someone else? But the promiseof helping Abaven, of being there for his family was all that kept him on the trail,that gave him purpose to donet give up.

There he found a pink petal flower bush, little but for him plenty. It was Valerian, one he as far as he was mildly taught for cough and anxiety. He needed it, for himself and thus he then started to collect some of it before a young wolf approached him. "I am a healer," He said, he was still learning but still of advanced knowledge. "Is anyone hurt? I will help with what I can." Why else he was asking if he was a healer away from anything else?

"Talk"

It was a relief when they stated they were a healer.  It didn’t raise his hopes overly on a cure but it was more than still hunting for a healer.  Well, if they didn’t know anything then he’d have to be searching again.  The very thought reminded Rudy he was tired and that he was tired a lot lately. “You are one? Great,” Hopefully great at least, “I’m Rudy.  My mom is sick.  She has some sort of sickness in the mind.  She never gave me a name for it but like, she doesn’t always recognize who a wolf is and might attack but then realize it again later.  She just said it was something there was no cure for but, it’s a big world right?”  Rudy wanted this wolf to agree with him.  Resin had to live for him, for Art, for mom, for mom and for everyone in the pack. The wolf didn’t seem at all aggressive so Rudy took the moment to sit down and relax just a bit.  When this all got sorted out and he could get back to the hallows Rudy was going to enjoy some time resting. "Rudyard"