does this fog make my butt look big?
10-14-2014, 02:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2014, 02:43 PM by Kassander.)
There were herbs outside of Ebony's lands that could be crucial to everyone's survival over the winter, and though it was a little unnerving to leave pack lands after his unexpected and unwanted move to Olympus someone needed to gather them, and he'd appointed that someone as himself. Being in the odd position of heir - a position he'd coveted desperately only half a year ago - made him no less a healer. This land made him particularly nervous, the foggy marshland full of strange noises that made him jump and the mist deadened his sense of smell, making it even harder to locate the herbs he'd set out to find. Ginseng root and alder buckthorn didn't grow together anywhere but here, and he'd thought it would save time and allow him to gather more if he wasn't making twice the amount of trips running around the continent looking for them. He hadn't really counted on the strange bewildering aspect of the mist here, and more than once if he hadn't been careful to feel out each step before he put his weight down he'd have tumbled headfirst into the murk. Now he was hopelessly lost, wandering cautiously through the fog carrying a heavy bundle of herbs within his jaws. For a moment he thought he heard the sound of a another wolf through the fog and brightened. Another traveler through this stupid place? He hoped they weren't lost too, or he'd really be in trouble. He set the herbs down between his forepaws. "Is anyone there?" he called out, his youthful voice barely piercing the heavy mists. Maybe he'd been mistaken though, because he heard nothing now. |